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 Laos and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ituana to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Franke,
Josef K,
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brick,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neu!,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
Goldenarms,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
Hashim,
The Toasters,
Peter & Gordon,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
Urselle,
The Searchers,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
Dead Boys,
Quantec,
Saccharine Trust,
Crash Course in Science,
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
Echospace,
Bill Near,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Yaz,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.