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 Niger and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Germs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
The Kinks,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
Glambeats Corp.,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
CMW,
Darondo,
Excepter,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
The Residents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
Marshall Jefferson,
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gong,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
World's Most,
Barbara Tucker,
Newcleus,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.