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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Index to the rock 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
Joy Division,
Magazine,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
Echospace,
The Standells,
The Durutti Column,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
The Toasters,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
Simply Red,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shoche,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
Subhumans,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deadbeat,
Magma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Misunderstood,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.