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 United States and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grass Roots to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
Urselle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
Motorama,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Sight & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
The Kinks,
The Leaves,
Arab on Radar,
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents,
Interpol,
John Foxx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Toasters,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cymande,
Visage,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Whodini,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
Technova,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slave,
Kaleidoscope,
The Five Americans,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.