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 Djibouti and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
David Bowie,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Stooges,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
H. Thieme,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
Franke,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Hill,
Wings,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stetsasonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.