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 Chad and from Lille.
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 Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
Sixth Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
Quadrant,
X-102,
Radiohead,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Japan,
Janne Schatter,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Womack,
Television Personalities,
the Association,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
The Gap Band,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
Steve Hackett,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.