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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grunge 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
The Count Five,
Surgeon,
Absolute Body Control,
Subhumans,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
The Techniques,
Nico,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Happenings,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
Fela Kuti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Popol Vuh,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
Mars,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.