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 Andorra and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Iggy Pop to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club,
X-Ray Spex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake,
10cc,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
Technova,
The Sonics,
Oneida,
The Fuzztones,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tom Boy,
Index,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Lakeside,
Agitation Free,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48,
Yellowson,
June Days,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
Sound Behaviour,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
Howard Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Durutti Column,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.