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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
Yellowson,
Suicide,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Make Up,
Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
Index,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Technova,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
Franke,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
Ultravox,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
Sex Pistols,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily,
Au Pairs,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
Eve St. Jones,
Q65,
the Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.