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 Poland and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Index,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Finger,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
Hashim,
The Moleskins,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Green,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
The Knickerbockers,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
Joey Negro,
Jandek,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.