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 Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lightning Bolt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
the Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
Index,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Standells,
China Crisis,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
Model 500,
the Association,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Unwound,
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.