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 Albania and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Duran Duran to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Vainqueur,
Yaz,
MDC,
Scott Walker,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
LL Cool J,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
a-ha,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funkadelic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Massinfluence,
AZ,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Groovy Waters,
The Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Green,
Joe Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.