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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dark Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
The Gories,
The Fortunes,
Procol Harum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
John Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
Outsiders,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
World's Most,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Cymande,
John Holt,
The Fugs,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.