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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 The Golliwogs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
Joe Smooth,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese,
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
PIL,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
The Knickerbockers,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near,
Althea and Donna,
Adolescents,
Slave,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Copeland,
Sugar Minott,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skriet,
Technova,
The Motions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
Excepter,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.