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 Latvia and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 Martian to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
Kayak,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
The Golliwogs,
MC5,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
The Gories,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Happenings,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
Spandau Ballet,
Godley & Creme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
Drexciya,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.