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 Kingdom and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
The Martian,
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
The Gap Band,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
Monolake,
Lucky Dragons,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
Pole,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
Franke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.