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 Algeria and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Adolescents to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rod Modell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
Lakeside,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work,
Adolescents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton,
Fear,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hardrive,
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Bluetip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dead Boys,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
Gang Green,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Bourne,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.