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 France and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 MC5 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
New Order,
Sparks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Half Japanese,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rosa Yemen,
Whodini,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
Jawbox,
Cheater Slicks,
Porter Ricks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
The Red Krayola,
Yusef Lateef,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Boredoms,
Infiniti,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Knickerbockers,
Scan 7,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
Patti Smith,
The Searchers,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
Parry Music,
10cc,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.