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 Africa 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Unwound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faraquet,
The Moody Blues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wire,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Invisible,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dennis Brown,
Essential Logic,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Davy DMX,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
a-ha,
Smog,
Au Pairs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.