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 Croatia and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Görl to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
June of 44,
The Saints,
Livin' Joy,
Make Up,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
Blancmange,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
Stiv Bators,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer,
New Age Steppers,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
Bluetip,
Thompson Twins,
the Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Motions,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
Ronan,
Connie Case,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lungfish,
The J.B.'s,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ohio Players,
Los Fastidios,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Moon,
Kas Product,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.