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 Liberia and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Mad Mike to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
48th St. Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Bobby Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
10cc,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DNA,
The United States of America,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
Porter Ricks,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
The Star Department,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
Gong,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
a-ha,
Jacob Miller,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
Skaos,
Warsaw,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
The Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.