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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Music Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Leonard Cohen,
The Names,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magazine,
Minor Threat,
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
Skarface,
Soft Machine,
Cameo,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Dolphy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.