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 Moldova and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Dennis Brown to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Aswad,
The Happenings,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dirtbombs,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
Pylon,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
Joyce Sims,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
Motorama,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
New Order,
Interpol,
Yusef Lateef,
Deepchord,
Surgeon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.