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 Andorra and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Royal Trux to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Motions,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
Nas,
Althea and Donna,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sonics,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Lynne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agitation Free,
The Residents,
Brick,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
The Divine Comedy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.