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 Belgium and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hasil Adkins to the grime 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mummies,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
The Residents,
Can,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sex Pistols,
Harmonia,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.