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 Croatia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Five Americans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
Inner City,
Zapp,
These Immortal Souls,
Blancmange,
Lower 48,
Das Ding,
AZ,
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Model 500,
Gil Scott Heron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
Nas,
The Young Rascals,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonic Youth,
Newcleus,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
This Heat,
DJ Sneak,
Hoover,
the Normal,
The Wake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
Skarface,
Deakin,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
The Slits,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
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.