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 Malawi and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Mo-Dettes 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Main Source,
Country Joe & The Fish,
a-ha,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Essential Logic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Martian,
the Human League,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf,
Bauhaus,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radio Birdman,
Scion,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
Archie Shepp,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
The Pop Group,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mr. Review,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
Maurizio,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
Whodini,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
The Misunderstood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.