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 Egypt 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Selecter to the rock 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
Thee Headcoats,
Make Up,
Mr. Review,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kayak,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
Malaria!,
The United States of America,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Clarke,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
Half Japanese,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
The Associates,
The Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
Whodini,
Ken Boothe,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
Josef K,
Boredoms,
Infiniti,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.