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 Malta and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick May to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
Nico,
Radiohead,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
Letta Mbulu,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
Interpol,
Deadbeat,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
Magma,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.