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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Kerri Chandler,
MC5,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool Moe Dee,
Organ,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hashim,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronnie Foster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
X-101,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.