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 United States and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Copeland,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalann,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Normal,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
Zero Boys,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Negative Approach,
The Pretty Things,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
June of 44,
Public Enemy,
Television,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
Dark Day,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DNA,
Joy Division,
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.