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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
MC5,
Scion,
Scientists,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
Urselle,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
Eric Dolphy,
Scratch Acid,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Christie,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers,
The Durutti Column,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
Heaven 17,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Almond,
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
John Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force,
Maurizio,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.