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 Qatar and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Circle Jerks to the electroclash 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Talk Talk,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
Groovy Waters,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
Ossler,
MDC,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aural Exciters,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
ABBA,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.