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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MC5 to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
Babytalk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
KRS-One,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
The Fugs,
Gong,
a-ha,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
The Saints,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
The Monks,
Wings,
Blake Baxter,
The Blackbyrds,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monolake,
Massinfluence,
Colin Newman,
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.