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 San Marino and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Coltrane 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Yusef Lateef,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Essential Logic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jawbox,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
Moebius,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stetsasonic,
FM Einheit,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
Section 25,
Can,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
Jandek,
the Swans,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
Donald Byrd,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.