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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Laurel Aitken to the grunge 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
Blancmange,
Boredoms,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
Deakin,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Terry Callier,
Lyres,
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
The Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
The Smiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Roxette,
The Fortunes,
Jacques Brel,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
Radiohead,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Inner City,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.