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 Namibia and from Halifax.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 The Move to the funk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Rod Modell,
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terry Callier,
Barrington Levy,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
Deakin,
Das Ding,
AZ,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
Faraquet,
Can,
Tres Demented,
Heaven 17,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
Crooked Eye,
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
Television,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
Monks,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.