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 Namibia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Black Sheep to the rock 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Organ,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Machine,
Lou Christie,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
Pantaleimon,
Adolescents,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
H. Thieme,
Carl Craig,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Qualms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television,
10cc,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
Alphaville,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
Smog,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
Vainqueur,
ABBA,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Sherman,
Don Cherry,
UT,
Eddi Front,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.