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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Bob Dylan to the techno 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
The Grass Roots,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Charles Mingus,
Agitation Free,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MDC,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Black Dice,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Groovy Waters,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quantec,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry,
The J.B.'s,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
Kayak,
JFA,
The Durutti Column,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.