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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Danielle Patucci to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
The Happenings,
Terry Callier,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cecil Taylor,
Crime,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
PIL,
the Germs,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
Khruangbin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
the Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.