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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Piero Umiliani,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B,
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
The Seeds,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.