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 Kenya and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wire to the disco 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ohio Players,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Al Stewart,
The Divine Comedy,
Livin' Joy,
Deakin,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
Q65,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wings,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
Josef K,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners,
CMW,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
Yellowson,
Robert Wyatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.