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 France and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Steve Hackett to the grunge 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Black Dice,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Bowie,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
Barry Ungar,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smoke,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
Magazine,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fat Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
Nils Olav,
Terry Callier,
the Association,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
Surgeon,
The Happenings,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.