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 Peru and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quantec to the grunge 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Wasted Youth,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
cv313,
DJ Style,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shuggie Otis,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
Mars,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Machine,
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Sex Pistols,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.