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 Uganda and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Das Ding 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Visage,
The Techniques,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix,
Black Flag,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
Public Enemy,
Nik Kershaw,
the Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brand Nubian,
Warsaw,
Intrusion,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
Boredoms,
Tom Boy,
Rod Modell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
Brass Construction,
The Toasters,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
Second Layer,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.