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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Ludus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Janne Schatter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
Q65,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
The Victims,
Procol Harum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Enemy,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Susan Cadogan,
Lindisfarne,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
Royal Trux,
Shuggie Otis,
Donny Hathaway,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
Angry Samoans,
Bluetip,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.