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 Cuba and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Dual Sessions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Move,
The Names,
Derrick May,
Oneida,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ice-T,
The American Breed,
Model 500,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
the Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Main Source,
China Crisis,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
Nas,
The Fuzztones,
Joensuu 1685,
David Axelrod,
Erykah Badu,
Deepchord,
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.