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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Sex Pistols,
Ohio Players,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suicide,
Underground Resistance,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
Lightning Bolt,
Icehouse,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Albert Ayler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
Sound Behaviour,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
John Coltrane,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.