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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nation of Ulysses to the dance 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
Young Marble Giants,
F. McDonald,
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
the Normal,
Rotary Connection,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
EPMD,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Urselle,
The Buckinghams,
10cc,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
Popol Vuh,
Agitation Free,
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.