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 Sweden and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wally Richardson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
Warren Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
The Wake,
Charles Mingus,
Average White Band,
Jawbox,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
Black Sheep,
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
Massinfluence,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Cale,
the Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
The Motions,
Drive Like Jehu,
K-Klass,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
The Residents,
Second Layer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.