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 Namibia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sarah Menescal to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
Joy Division,
Bush Tetras,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Infiniti,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New York Dolls,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
This Heat,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
Delta 5,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Banda Bassotti,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Nas,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
Goldenarms,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.