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 Togo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Shuggie Otis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
Sound Behaviour,
Moss Icon,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Human League,
The New Christs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
Vainqueur,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Urselle,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
The Vogues,
Robert Görl,
Fluxion,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
The Raincoats,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
The Cure,
MDC,
Fugazi,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
New Order,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Panda Bear,
Unwound,
Suicide,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.