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 Haiti and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Public Enemy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Althea and Donna,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magazine,
Livin' Joy,
Country Teasers,
Rakim,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Agitation Free,
Moebius,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
Deepchord,
Soft Cell,
Gong,
Surgeon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.