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 Tonga and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the punk 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Au Pairs,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
Grey Daturas,
kango's stein massive,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
Ken Boothe,
Sam Rivers,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pulsallama,
Judy Mowatt,
a-ha,
Erasure,
D'Angelo,
The Count Five,
Funkadelic,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
Main Source,
Hardrive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.