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 Oman and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
Gang Starr,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
JFA,
The Zeros,
Scratch Acid,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
Moebius,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
Juan Atkins,
Visage,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
Excepter,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe,
Lindisfarne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sound,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris & Cosey,
Average White Band,
Newcleus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.