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 Suriname and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fat Boys to the funk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Cybotron,
Black Flag,
Rosa Yemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
Stetsasonic,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
Marmalade,
DJ Style,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
Gong,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
Deadbeat,
Sparks,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
Graham Central Station,
Inner City,
Avey Tare,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.