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 Colombia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Parry Music to the techno 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Gong,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
Pussy Galore,
Colin Newman,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Wyatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalann,
Swans,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül,
Oblivians,
The Vogues,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
Hot Snakes,
Wasted Youth,
Subhumans,
Tres Demented,
Erasure,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
Brass Construction,
Shoche,
Country Teasers,
The Cure,
The Grass Roots,
Bluetip,
Connie Case,
Camberwell Now,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Pierre Henry,
Flash Fearless,
Susan Cadogan,
Q65,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
Black Flag,
Thee Headcoats,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
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.