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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 The Divine Comedy to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hardrive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joensuu 1685,
Q65,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
Rapeman,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fear,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Ornette Coleman,
Boz Scaggs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
Supertramp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
CMW,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
Visage,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Delta 5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.