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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Morten Harket 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
48th St. Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
Rakim,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Womack,
Sex Pistols,
June Days,
Joey Negro,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
Davy DMX,
Suicide,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
Anthony Braxton,
Stiv Bators,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
Tommy Roe,
Deakin,
Lower 48,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.