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 Libya 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
The Raincoats,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
Skarface,
Jandek,
Jacob Miller,
The Smoke,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aswad,
Bob Dylan,
The Misunderstood,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys,
Sixth Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Arab on Radar,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
Cameo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Associates,
Symarip,
The Angels of Light,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.