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 Albania and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Metal Thangz to the grime 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
Nico,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
the Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ponytail,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ten City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
Judy Mowatt,
X-101,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.