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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Masters at Work to the dance 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse,
Buzzcocks,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Trojans,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
Piero Umiliani,
Warsaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
The Vogues,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
Black Flag,
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman,
Whodini,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Music Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.