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 Oman and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ralphi Rosario to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
E-Dancer,
Talk Talk,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
Aloha Tigers,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
Amazonics,
The Names,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stockholm Monsters,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
Royal Trux,
Funkadelic,
Main Source,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
David McCallum,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
The Motions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
The Neon Judgement,
Magazine,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.