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 Paraguay 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suicide to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Cluster,
The Litter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Fugazi,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
X-Ray Spex,
Babytalk,
John Holt,
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
Cheater Slicks,
Subhumans,
Monks,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
The Associates,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.