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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
David McCallum,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Babytalk,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oblivians,
Das Ding,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
Sex Pistols,
Lee Hazlewood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
One Last Wish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
Sonic Youth,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
John Foxx,
ABC,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
D'Angelo,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ten City,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
Panda Bear,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.