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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Shuggie Otis to the crunk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Grauzone,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
Peter & Gordon,
D'Angelo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Oblivians,
T. Rex,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
The Buckinghams,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
The Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
Monolake,
Bill Wells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fugs,
Pulsallama,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
The Star Department,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Durutti Column,
The Barracudas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
The Mojo Men,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
Connie Case,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.