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 Ecuador and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Basic Channel to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonic Youth,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
Roxy Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald,
The Five Americans,
Swell Maps,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Radio Birdman,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shoche,
The Busters,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
Absolute Body Control,
H. Thieme,
Roxette,
ABC,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.