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 Switzerland and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
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 clarinet 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 Country Teasers to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
World's Most,
The Pretty Things,
Josef K,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nirvana,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
Jawbox,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
Mars,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
Wolf Eyes,
Hardrive,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
10cc,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
New York Dolls,
Babytalk,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
Ornette Coleman,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hashim,
Lou Christie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.