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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deadbeat to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
The Doors,
The Litter,
Isaac Hayes,
Cluster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
June Days,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Music Machine,
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
Yusef Lateef,
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
H. Thieme,
The Names,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.