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 Peru and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pagans to the grime 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
China Crisis,
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Junior Murvin,
CMW,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Technova,
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
The Cure,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
The American Breed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
Pierre Henry,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Subhumans,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
Lower 48,
Colin Newman,
Harmonia,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
Darondo,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.