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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Monks to the jazz 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell,
Aloha Tigers,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid,
Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camberwell Now,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
Chrome,
Circle Jerks,
Flipper,
Ludus,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.