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 Belize and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cal Tjader to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Faust,
David Axelrod,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
Barbara Tucker,
Underground Resistance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harmonia,
Warsaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
Zero Boys,
Erasure,
Symarip,
Goldenarms,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Japan,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
Mandrill,
DNA,
The Associates,
Blancmange,
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
Nirvana,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
Donald Byrd,
The Litter,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.