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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Searchers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jandek,
Newcleus,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
48th St. Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
Deepchord,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
The Moody Blues,
Talk Talk,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
Ronan,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.