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 Palau and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rod Modell to the funk 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
Can,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dead C,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Zapp,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brick,
Easy Going,
Oblivians,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
Lower 48,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Style,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flipper,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxette,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.