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 Congo and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Smog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Star Department,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
Donny Hathaway,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
the Human League,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fad Gadget,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
Swell Maps,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faraquet,
The Music Machine,
R.M.O.,
The United States of America,
Faust,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.