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 Korea North 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grunge 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
The Remains,
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
Tubeway Army,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Moebius,
The Residents,
Q65,
Boredoms,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
World's Most,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Motions,
Brass Construction,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
UT,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
Essential Logic,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.