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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 OOIOO to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Howard Jones,
Jandek,
Von Mondo,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
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Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo,
F. McDonald,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
Unwound,
Qualms,
The Cure,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
DNA,
Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.