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 Spain and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Pop Group to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
Niagra,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
R.M.O.,
Second Layer,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
Slave,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Blake Baxter,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.