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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Qualms to the grunge 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ten City,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skaos,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Smog,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen,
In Retrospect,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rufus Thomas,
EPMD,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.