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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
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 rhodes 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 One Last Wish to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Mills,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
a-ha,
Supertramp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
Inner City,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
cv313,
The Gladiators,
The Vogues,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Toni Rubio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.