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 the UAE and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Little Man to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Siglo XX,
Pulsallama,
Gong,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy Collins,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scrapy,
The Selecter,
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
Dark Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
Chrome,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.