Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Macedonia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Avey Tare to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
Aaron Thompson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pylon,
Jerry's Kids,
Juan Atkins,
The Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bauhaus,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
the Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxy Music,
Talk Talk,
Alison Limerick,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
T.S.O.L.,
Newcleus,
Animal Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sarah Menescal,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pussy Galore,
Tears for Fears,
The Litter,
Das Ding,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.