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 Finland and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Glenn Branca to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
The Skatalites,
Oblivians,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Subhumans,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
Fluxion,
Mission of Burma,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
The Index,
EPMD,
Ohio Players,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
Stiv Bators,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
Kurtis Blow,
Stetsasonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marine Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Sight & Sound,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.