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 Norway and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Skatalites to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Green,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Icehouse,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Womack,
Organ,
Von Mondo,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thompson Twins,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
Harmonia,
Jacob Miller,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scan 7,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
Simply Red,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.