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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scion to the crunk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Stooges,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
Yazoo,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
Swell Maps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
Ultra Naté,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
The Real Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
Toni Rubio,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
Tim Buckley,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.