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 Gambia and from London.
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 Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pantytec to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
Minutemen,
48th St. Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kayak,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Althea and Donna,
Fluxion,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Sonics,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
Marmalade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Excepter,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
Laurel Aitken,
KRS-One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
PIL,
Neil Young,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
Magazine,
Brand Nubian,
the Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Oneida,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
Wings,
Boredoms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.