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 Tajikistan and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Mars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Tres Demented,
Royal Trux,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
Mantronix,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
Anthony Braxton,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
The Monochrome Set,
the Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gories,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
Can,
Rekid,
Eddi Front,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
Simply Red,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.