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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cal Tjader to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
Qualms,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
World's Most,
Warsaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delta 5,
Mars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bronski Beat,
Black Flag,
Cecil Taylor,
Subhumans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Young Marble Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
Slick Rick,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
The Sound,
The Gories,
Smog,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Schoolly D,
Sixth Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Wings,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
Marine Girls,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.