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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Lalann to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
LL Cool J,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Enemy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
Schoolly D,
Con Funk Shun,
Shoche,
Leonard Cohen,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fall,
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
Carl Craig,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Josef K,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispy Ambulance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Holt,
Quantec,
Harmonia,
Unrelated Segments,
Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Grauzone,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.