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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
a-ha,
Scientists,
The Tremeloes,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
June Days,
The Divine Comedy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
Country Teasers,
The Toasters,
Skaos,
Negative Approach,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
Howard Jones,
MC5,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Mars,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.