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 Libya and from Portland.
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 Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
Michelle Simonal,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
Cluster,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Patti Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne,
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker,
The Motions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
Junior Murvin,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Whodini,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tim Buckley,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
Royal Trux,
Bill Wells,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.