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 Albania and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Eddi Front to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monks,
The Slits,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Holt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
Yellowson,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
Niagra,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Slits,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
Mantronix,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Clear Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
The Monks,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Angels of Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
Hashim,
Nas,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
Negative Approach,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
Ponytail,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.