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 Libya and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 cv313 to the grunge 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
U.S. Maple,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bauhaus,
Pere Ubu,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Panda Bear,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
EPMD,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pole,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
The Index,
Fugazi,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
Sparks,
Television,
Joey Negro,
Gregory Isaacs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
Barbara Tucker,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.