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 Guyana and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Royal Trux to the jazz 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Youth Brigade,
Michelle Simonal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The United States of America,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Main Source,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
Infiniti,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
K-Klass,
John Cale,
The Monks,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
Q65,
Gang of Four,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
cv313,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
Fugazi,
Roxette,
Gong,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David McCallum,
Wasted Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.