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 Moldova and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Smoke to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deakin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
Agent Orange,
Blancmange,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
Darondo,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Theoretical Girls,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
Harmonia,
Fear,
Country Teasers,
Laurel Aitken,
Connie Case,
Mission of Burma,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slave,
John Coltrane,
Ronan,
Monolake,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Little Man,
Sugar Minott,
Crime,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Malaria!,
Bob Dylan,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
ABC,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.