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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Rotary Connection to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Searchers,
Stetsasonic,
Q and Not U,
Mark Hollis,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dead C,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Black Flag,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
Unwound,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
Vainqueur,
Josef K,
Sun Ra,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ,
The Monks,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rotary Connection,
Audionom,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Guru Guru,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.