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 Colombia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Delta 5 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
Lalann,
Godley & Creme,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
AZ,
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers,
Scan 7,
The Real Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
Ossler,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.