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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MC5 to the disco 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Evens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
F. McDonald,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Urselle,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
Soft Machine,
Iggy Pop,
The Cure,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
U.S. Maple,
The Victims,
The Gories,
Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dead C,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.