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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
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 Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Monolake,
June Days,
The Searchers,
China Crisis,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
Aural Exciters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Los Fastidios,
Camouflage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Inner City,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
Accadde A,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Malaria!,
Brick,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Niagra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
Kenny Larkin,
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.