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 Dominican Republic and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Beasts of Bourbon 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
Eden Ahbez,
David Axelrod,
Excepter,
The Litter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June of 44,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
Ohio Players,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Babytalk,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
Silicon Teens,
Soulsonic Force,
Urselle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
The Techniques,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smiths,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marine Girls,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.