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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Outsiders,
Severed Heads,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
MDC,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
Motorama,
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Womack,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
cv313,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
Funkadelic,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
Masters at Work,
The Invisible,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.