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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Sister Nancy,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joey Negro,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smoke,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gladiators,
E-Dancer,
The Martian,
Kayak,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
The Skatalites,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
Mars,
Camberwell Now,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.