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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lalann to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
Symarip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rosa Yemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Surgeon,
Sparks,
Scratch Acid,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
Anthony Braxton,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scientists,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.