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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Remains to the jazz 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chrome,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
Black Sheep,
Little Man,
Soul II Soul,
Black Moon,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
Fear,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
Rekid,
Zapp,
Sonic Youth,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.