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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monochrome Set to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
Stetsasonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Pulsallama,
Ultravox,
Marine Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fuzztones,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
The Cowsills,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
Hoover,
The Divine Comedy,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis,
Isaac Hayes,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.