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 Bhutan and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Byron Stingily to the electroclash 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
Sister Nancy,
The Music Machine,
Visage,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
Cal Tjader,
Hardrive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
Quadrant,
Camouflage,
The Slackers,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
Second Layer,
Unwound,
Quantec,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Outsiders,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.