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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
The Modern Lovers,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
Agitation Free,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun City Girls,
Supertramp,
Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Wings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sixth Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
Sonny Sharrock,
In Retrospect,
Vainqueur,
The Techniques,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ten City,
Niagra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Whodini,
Scientists,
Pole,
The Star Department,
Marshall Jefferson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül II,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
Minor Threat,
U.S. Maple,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
The Standells,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Copeland,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.