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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Selecter to the rock 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Pussy Galore,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson,
The Five Americans,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
Camouflage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
F. McDonald,
Television,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Dolphy,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.