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 Lesotho 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonny Sharrock,
D'Angelo,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
The Mummies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
Patti Smith,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Black Dice,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
48th St. Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.