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 Andorra 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 The Sound to the electroclash 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Grauzone,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
John Holt,
Cluster,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
Vainqueur,
The Cowsills,
Wire,
Nils Olav,
Brick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quando Quango,
Cymande,
Scion,
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs,
MC5,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Copeland,
The Invisible,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.