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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Young Rascals,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Basic Channel,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The United States of America,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane,
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
Oblivians,
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
Black Bananas,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
Massinfluence,
Blake Baxter,
The Pretty Things,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.