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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Sherman to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
Hashim,
Public Enemy,
Neu!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Make Up,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Metal Thangz,
Desert Stars,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
The Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
The Litter,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
The Neon Judgement,
Motorama,
Darondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.