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 Brunei and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Scientists to the disco 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacob Miller,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
World's Most,
The Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
Marmalade,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Excepter,
The Mummies,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
Roxy Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
MDC,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
JFA,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
Thee Headcoats,
Babytalk,
Average White Band,
the Swans,
MC5,
Schoolly D,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.