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 San Marino and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
Bluetip,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
The J.B.'s,
Depeche Mode,
The Trojans,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
Gastr Del Sol,
Steve Hackett,
Loose Ends,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Smog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
Gang Green,
The Cramps,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Wyatt,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gun Club,
Swell Maps,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.