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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terry Callier to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
Hoover,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
X-101,
Marmalade,
Model 500,
the Normal,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
AZ,
Swans,
Flash Fearless,
the Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Franke,
The Monks,
Joe Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
Con Funk Shun,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
Ten City,
DNA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Alison Limerick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.