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 Singapore and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 10cc to the rap 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
the Human League,
the Germs,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magazine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
Nas,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suicide,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
Erasure,
JFA,
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
Franke,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Monochrome Set,
The Stooges,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.