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 Japan and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Pierre Henry to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mr. Review,
Nils Olav,
Sarah Menescal,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
Heaven 17,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
The Names,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
the Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme,
Isaac Hayes,
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.