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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Robert Hood to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
Ponytail,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
The Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
The New Christs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
Zapp,
John Holt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
X-102,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
the Association,
Black Pus,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Roy Ayers,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs,
Lakeside,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
Q65,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.