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 Poland 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rap 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Busters,
Scion,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Hashim,
the Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fugs,
X-101,
Groovy Waters,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
New Order,
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
Wally Richardson,
Dead Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.