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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Motions to the grunge 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Knickerbockers,
Warsaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Darondo,
Swans,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
Sandy B,
The Durutti Column,
Unwound,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Ludus,
Can,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.