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 San Marino and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
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 chamberlin 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 Sonic Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Warren Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
Brick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
Alison Limerick,
Mars,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bronski Beat,
Marmalade,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
Section 25,
Babytalk,
Iggy Pop,
Interpol,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
Arthur Verocai,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.