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 Ghana and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
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 sitar 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
Symarip,
The Gories,
Jandek,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Magazine,
Echospace,
K-Klass,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
Eden Ahbez,
Can,
Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
JFA,
Technova,
The Star Department,
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.