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 Qatar and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Starr to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Letta Mbulu,
Tres Demented,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
The Human League,
Darondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Rufus Thomas,
The Barracudas,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
Inner City,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
Blossom Toes,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Average White Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
Grey Daturas,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.