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 Poland and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Procol Harum to the dance 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Görl,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
The Litter,
Animal Collective,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt,
Sandy B,
The American Breed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harmonia,
Brothers Johnson,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
Slave,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
Aural Exciters,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
The Searchers,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
Josef K,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.