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 Brazil and from Philadelphia.
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 Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Byrd to the rock 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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agent Orange,
Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
Minutemen,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
Q and Not U,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
Lucky Dragons,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalann,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shoche,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fortunes,
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Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
Whodini,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.