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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the jazz 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
Vainqueur,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Howard Jones,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
CMW,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
Joyce Sims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cybotron,
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül II,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
Brand Nubian,
Simply Red,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
Sarah Menescal,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronan,
Jandek,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.