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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 Patti Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
Nirvana,
Byron Stingily,
Porter Ricks,
Scientists,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
H. Thieme,
Adolescents,
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minutemen,
Arab on Radar,
Slave,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Five Americans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Görl,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
Outsiders,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monolake,
Max Romeo,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.