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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Selecter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
Bill Near,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
This Heat,
Tim Buckley,
The Human League,
Wire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Clear Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
Letta Mbulu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monks,
Fugazi,
Q and Not U,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
Gichy Dan,
The Birthday Party,
T.S.O.L.,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
The Residents,
Whodini,
Can,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.