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 Libya 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barrington Levy to the electroclash 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
X-102,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
Vainqueur,
Darondo,
Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
Urselle,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Normal,
Siglo XX,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fad Gadget,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aswad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
Camouflage,
Livin' Joy,
Hot Snakes,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
UT,
Adolescents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
EPMD,
The Evens,
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.