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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agent Orange to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
The Gun Club,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Freddie Wadling,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
JFA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
Neu!,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
Deakin,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiohead,
Cameo,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
Grey Daturas,
The Star Department,
Index,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rekid,
Visage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.