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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Icehouse to the techno 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Cheater Slicks,
Juan Atkins,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Style,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Sarah Menescal,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
Audionom,
Sällskapet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
Schoolly D,
World's Most,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
Ken Boothe,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
Slave,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
Scrapy,
Lyres,
Swell Maps,
Interpol,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.