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 Palau and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Porter Ricks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Faust,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
Main Source,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
Outsiders,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Green,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
KRS-One,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
K-Klass,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
John Lydon,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.