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 China and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eve St. Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Ituana,
Television,
Gichy Dan,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
Grey Daturas,
Mr. Review,
Pierre Henry,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
Ronan,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
U.S. Maple,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
Soft Machine,
Aswad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
The Gap Band,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
Soul II Soul,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
Chrome,
Janne Schatter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.