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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harmonia,
The Index,
Radio Birdman,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scratch Acid,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
The Move,
The Red Krayola,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantytec,
the Association,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronan,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
The Doors,
Lou Christie,
Don Cherry,
Arab on Radar,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deepchord,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
Kerrie Biddell,
The New Christs,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Foxx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.