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 United States and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Khruangbin to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Hoover,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dirtbombs,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Index,
Outsiders,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
Television,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
Motorama,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Vogues,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül,
Robert Hood,
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.