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 Iran 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scion to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül,
Skaos,
Liliput,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
The Evens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Enemy,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q65,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Model 500,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Urselle,
The Motions,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
Slave,
Severed Heads,
John Foxx,
Terry Callier,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.