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 Taiwan and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Toni Rubio to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
AZ,
The Blues Magoos,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Black Dice,
Blossom Toes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
Archie Shepp,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
Scientists,
Nas,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
The Vogues,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.