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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Kinks to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moss Icon,
Man Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
Altered Images,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
Dark Day,
Derrick May,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra,
The Gladiators,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bauhaus,
Wings,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
Intrusion,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.