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 Barbados and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Grass Roots to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ohio Players,
The Kinks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fuzztones,
Subhumans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
Alice Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
AZ,
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
James White and The Blacks,
Joy Division,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Byron Stingily,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
The Offenders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
Franke,
Minny Pops,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.