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 Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 In Retrospect to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tom Boy,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pop Group,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
X-102,
Sparks,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
Althea and Donna,
Idris Muhammad,
The Saints,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.