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 Libya and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
UT,
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Junior Murvin,
Sex Pistols,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sound,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Radiohead,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
EPMD,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
The Golliwogs,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
Idris Muhammad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
DNA,
Stereo Dub,
Icehouse,
The Happenings,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
Panda Bear,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.