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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Susan Cadogan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
Fear,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
Nils Olav,
Magma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Babytalk,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
Quadrant,
KRS-One,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
Dawn Penn,
Suicide,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
China Crisis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
Alton Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
Brick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pole,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.