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 Poland and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
John Lydon,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Au Pairs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
Gabor Szabo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Beau Brummels,
Isaac Hayes,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.