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 Venezuela and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Bill Near to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Foxx,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
Amazonics,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
cv313,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arthur Verocai,
The Buckinghams,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
The Wake,
Icehouse,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Sneak,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens,
The Standells,
Wasted Youth,
Kas Product,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.