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 Vietnam and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Japan to the electroclash 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
Black Sheep,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
Moby Grape,
Mo-Dettes,
Cymande,
Ronnie Foster,
Ossler,
Gang Green,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
Fugazi,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput,
Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.