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 Haiti and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harpers Bizarre to the jazz 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Infiniti,
Metal Thangz,
Suburban Knight,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
Gichy Dan,
The Human League,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
Ultra Naté,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Albert Ayler,
World's Most,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mojo Men,
Audionom,
Swans,
Outsiders,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Residents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hashim,
Pulsallama,
K-Klass,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
Liliput,
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
The Five Americans,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
Donald Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fall,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.