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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Motorama to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Cale,
The Busters,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans,
The Searchers,
Organ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
Symarip,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gories,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glenn Branca,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
the Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
PIL,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
Deepchord,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bob Dylan,
Khruangbin,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fortunes,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.