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 Morocco and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Hot Snakes to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
Inner City,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
Pylon,
Qualms,
Yazoo,
Slave,
Shuggie Otis,
Desert Stars,
New York Dolls,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
Sandy B,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Saints,
Connie Case,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.