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 Syria and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Davy DMX to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Sarah Menescal,
Theoretical Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kayak,
OOIOO,
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Terry Callier,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
Kaleidoscope,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
Scientists,
Parry Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
Warsaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
The Mummies,
Magma,
Lyres,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
Crime,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.