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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 The Gun Club to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
The Monks,
Mad Mike,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion,
ABC,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
The Vogues,
Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu,
Bob Dylan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
DNA,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp,
Jandek,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dead C,
Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.