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 Israel and from Halifax.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tommy Roe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
Sixth Finger,
Smog,
Khruangbin,
Alton Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
Rekid,
Bronski Beat,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Max Romeo,
Joe Finger,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.