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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultravox to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Tears for Fears,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
Infiniti,
Andrew Hill,
Scientists,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
LL Cool J,
Bluetip,
Lalann,
The Human League,
Camberwell Now,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Evens,
the Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ice-T,
The Move,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
The Velvet Underground,
Carl Craig,
Subhumans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7,
cv313,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
Tres Demented,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magma,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.