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 Thailand and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 J.B.'s to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Black Sheep,
Eve St. Jones,
The Happenings,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
The Standells,
David Bowie,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
Ten City,
Public Enemy,
Interpol,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Trumans Water,
The Dirtbombs,
The Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Fluxion,
Funky Four + One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Juan Atkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
E-Dancer,
The Fortunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.