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 Benin and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Bananas to the punk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Gang Green,
Main Source,
The Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Maleditus Sound,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
The Zeros,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
Aloha Tigers,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed,
Leonard Cohen,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
Pierre Henry,
Camberwell Now,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
Charles Mingus,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.