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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Frankie Knuckles to the techno 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
Sound Behaviour,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
ABC,
Lalann,
The Doors,
Depeche Mode,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims,
Fear,
Bobby Byrd,
Crime,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
Nirvana,
AZ,
The Toasters,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Sugar Minott,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
Motorama,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
Darondo,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Black Dice,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.