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 the UAE and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visage to the rap 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
Minnie Riperton,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
Pantytec,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
ABBA,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
Thompson Twins,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
H. Thieme,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.