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 Nigeria and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Moleskins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
EPMD,
Jandek,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dead Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
Marine Girls,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
Siglo XX,
Agitation Free,
The Associates,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
Section 25,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
Scientists,
The Mummies,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Finger,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.