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 Kosovo and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonics to the crunk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare,
This Heat,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
Q and Not U,
Rufus Thomas,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minny Pops,
Faraquet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fugazi,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.