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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Sun Ra to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lyres,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick May,
Robert Wyatt,
Half Japanese,
John Holt,
The Names,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
Lungfish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Wasted Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
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The Doobie Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magma,
Supertramp,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.