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 Estonia and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
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 guitar 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 Shoche to the funk 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gladiators,
Al Stewart,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bauhaus,
Black Flag,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
Franke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Maleditus Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
E-Dancer,
Wire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
Animal Collective,
Carl Craig,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
Danielle Patucci,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
Dennis Brown,
the Human League,
Deepchord,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
Sight & Sound,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
Excepter,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
Symarip,
Con Funk Shun,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.