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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat,
UT,
Khruangbin,
Barrington Levy,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Neu!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
Godley & Creme,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Sheep,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
Franke,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
Infiniti,
Goldenarms,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
Marmalade,
The Offenders,
The Happenings,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.