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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
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 marimba 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 The Fall to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warren Ellis,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
Eve St. Jones,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
Jacques Brel,
EPMD,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
Khruangbin,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül,
The Gun Club,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Alphaville,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy Collins,
Althea and Donna,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One,
the Germs,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
The Last Poets,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.