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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
Rekid,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Order,
EPMD,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
Loose Ends,
The Last Poets,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yaz,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
John Lydon,
Das Ding,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
Negative Approach,
Erykah Badu,
Patti Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.