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 Syria and from London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the punk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marine Girls,
Minny Pops,
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
Oneida,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Young Marble Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan,
Television Personalities,
Rites of Spring,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
FM Einheit,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Saints,
Half Japanese,
The Motions,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.