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 South Sudan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Organ,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
Mandrill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nik Kershaw,
ABC,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
Ludus,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
The Selecter,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Sherman,
Donny Hathaway,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül II,
Prince Buster,
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.