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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
New York Dolls,
JFA,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
Clear Light,
The Toasters,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
The Blackbyrds,
Young Marble Giants,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Outsiders,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
The Mummies,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delta 5,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
Barbara Tucker,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Sällskapet,
Vladislav Delay,
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
the Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
The Move,
The Trojans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.