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 Serbia and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas,
Yaz,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
Gong,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wings,
Main Source,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scrapy,
Black Flag,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed,
Maurizio,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
Oblivians,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
Banda Bassotti,
Aural Exciters,
Agitation Free,
Toni Rubio,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.