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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
Sällskapet,
The Saints,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
Accadde A,
the Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
Moebius,
The Busters,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
Metal Thangz,
Deakin,
Soulsonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
Terry Callier,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.