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 Houston.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pretty Things to the jazz 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
Clear Light,
Motorama,
Soft Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
Technova,
Lakeside,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
Excepter,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
The Golliwogs,
Little Man,
Neu!,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
John Foxx,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.