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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Grey Daturas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Skatalites,
Albert Ayler,
The Index,
Make Up,
Ice-T,
Skarface,
a-ha,
Altered Images,
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
Oneida,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
Nas,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
This Heat,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flash Fearless,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Moon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
EPMD,
Alphaville,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.