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 Nicaragua and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Magazine,
Guru Guru,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
Qualms,
Lower 48,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
Nas,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
Eden Ahbez,
Reagan Youth,
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
The Move,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
Quantec,
Sight & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Animal Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Buzzcocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Charles Mingus,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.