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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
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 Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Selecter to the rap 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gong,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
CMW,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
The Music Machine,
Cymande,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
Main Source,
Dennis Brown,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The New Christs,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.