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 Morocco and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 The Invisible to the disco 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pop Group,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
The Fortunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monochrome Set,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
Bluetip,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fuzztones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
Pylon,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.