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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Donald Byrd to the rap 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rites of Spring,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minnie Riperton,
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
Pagans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.