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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
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 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 Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Girls At Our Best!,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
Icehouse,
Radiohead,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
Crime,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
Average White Band,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Age Steppers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
Slave,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
Das Ding,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Juan Atkins,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
Roxy Music,
Harmonia,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
Jacques Brel,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Buckinghams,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.