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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
R.M.O.,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
Von Mondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
Slave,
The Beau Brummels,
Crooked Eye,
The Skatalites,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dirtbombs,
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
The Victims,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.