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 Spokane.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monolake to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome 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?
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
Cluster,
Television,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
Blake Baxter,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Standells,
Crime,
Ponytail,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lightning Bolt,
Infiniti,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
The Trojans,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
DNA,
The Kinks,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
Altered Images,
Lungfish,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.