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 Seychelles and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
Zero Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
ABC,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
Los Fastidios,
MDC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Leaves,
Can,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Simply Red,
D'Angelo,
Jacques Brel,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
Sparks,
June of 44,
Lou Reed,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rites of Spring,
Rod Modell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.