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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zero Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers,
Organ,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
Cameo,
The Golliwogs,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
Oneida,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
Visage,
Sällskapet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
Shoche,
The Fugs,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Toasters,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.