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 Lesotho and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Terrestrial Tones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
Television,
The Pretty Things,
Shuggie Otis,
Skriet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Eyeless In Gaza,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Neon Judgement,
Albert Ayler,
Parry Music,
The Litter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare,
Black Flag,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ten City,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
The Leaves,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Alphaville,
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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.