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 India and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Blues Magoos,
Anthony Braxton,
Radio Birdman,
The Gap Band,
Hot Snakes,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
Jacques Brel,
LL Cool J,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
Ultravox,
UT,
Tommy Roe,
The Invisible,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
Suburban Knight,
Black Pus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
Mars,
Yazoo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
World's Most,
Ponytail,
The Associates,
Model 500,
Quadrant,
Idris Muhammad,
Maurizio,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
Deakin,
Rotary Connection,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.