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 Dominica and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
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 spring reverb 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 Lucky Dragons to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans 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 grunge 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
The Gladiators,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
Unwound,
David McCallum,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moebius,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
AZ,
The Last Poets,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Rod Modell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.