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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Buckinghams to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
Mars,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Toasters,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wings,
Nick Fraelich,
The Black Dice,
Rufus Thomas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic,
Blancmange,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective,
Parry Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Qualms,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Crime,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.