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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
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 Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Reuben Wilson to the grime 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
Technova,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
Albert Ayler,
Roxette,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
Japan,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
AZ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.