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 Austria and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 The Angels of Light to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Echospace,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
The Neon Judgement,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
Marine Girls,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sällskapet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Standells,
The Selecter,
The Black Dice,
Curtis Mayfield,
Interpol,
Nas,
Wings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
China Crisis,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
Magma,
Danielle Patucci,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
Marmalade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Green,
The Gladiators,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funky Four + One,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.