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 Tunisia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Fugs to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
John Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glenn Branca,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
Little Man,
The Doors,
Das Ding,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gong,
Anakelly,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
PIL,
Altered Images,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
Robert Görl,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.