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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
Interpol,
Magma,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Schoolly D,
Second Layer,
the Fania All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pussy Galore,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
Animal Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
Drexciya,
the Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.