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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Lalann to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Pylon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
Fugazi,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lakeside,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.