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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Country Teasers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
Rakim,
Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Altered Images,
Los Fastidios,
Skarface,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Vogues,
Supertramp,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The American Breed,
The Music Machine,
Yellowson,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
The Standells,
John Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.