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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grunge 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
Cymande,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
David McCallum,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
Susan Cadogan,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
Joensuu 1685,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
Bill Wells,
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Ronan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skaos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
Wally Richardson,
Scion,
The Leaves,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Machine,
Marine Girls,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.