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 Chile and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Donald Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
Jawbox,
Gang of Four,
Slave,
The Leaves,
Masters at Work,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
Deadbeat,
Panda Bear,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
The Monks,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.