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 Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
Magazine,
Intrusion,
John Lydon,
China Crisis,
Crime,
The Slits,
Parry Music,
The Vogues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scientists,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Junior Murvin,
Wasted Youth,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
Joy Division,
The Blackbyrds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
MC5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
Brand Nubian,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
The Star Department,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.