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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Wings to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
Terry Callier,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet,
Y Pants,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
Underground Resistance,
Echospace,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
Pantaleimon,
Silicon Teens,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
Roxy Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
Motorama,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Agent Orange,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
Roxette,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
Wire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Names,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.