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 Thailand and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Ronan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Clarke,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
Roxette,
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Connie Case,
Faust,
The Trojans,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
The Skatalites,
Donny Hathaway,
Juan Atkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
The Leaves,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Model 500,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
Ultra Naté,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.