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 Chile and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Spoonie Gee to the electroclash 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
Scion,
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
Magma,
Faraquet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
Aaron Thompson,
Anthony Braxton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
Wire,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
The Selecter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can,
Main Source,
Fear,
The Doors,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.