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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Divine Comedy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Popol Vuh,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
Babytalk,
The Vogues,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
David Axelrod,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pylon,
Mars,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Excepter,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
Faust,
Reuben Wilson,
Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Scan 7,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.