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 Japan and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Gabor Szabo to the disco 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
Yellowson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Evens,
Ten City,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flipper,
Tommy Roe,
JFA,
Grey Daturas,
the Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
Soul II Soul,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
Von Mondo,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
Isaac Hayes,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
Monolake,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
Black Flag,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
Interpol,
The Happenings,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.