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 Tuvalu and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Ralphi Rosario to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
The Vogues,
Eli Mardock,
Cameo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine,
Scion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deepchord,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
Camouflage,
PIL,
The Cure,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
Lalo Schifrin,
World's Most,
The Mighty Diamonds,
KRS-One,
Nas,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
Ponytail,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masters at Work,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Enemy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bauhaus,
Sarah Menescal,
Easy Going,
The Gun Club,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
Dead Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.