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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Bad Manners,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
Silicon Teens,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Eating Sloth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
Neu!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
UT,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Toasters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.