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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
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 clarinet 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 Skaos to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Skarface,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move,
the Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
Man Parrish,
The Skatalites,
China Crisis,
OOIOO,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
The Seeds,
Average White Band,
CMW,
Cheater Slicks,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
Q65,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.