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 Paris.
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 Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 The Last Poets to the rap 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Letta Mbulu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skriet,
Ultravox,
Quadrant,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Goldenarms,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Whodini,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
Eli Mardock,
Saccharine Trust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
Basic Channel,
Von Mondo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
Faraquet,
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Finger,
Sparks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Supertramp,
Visage,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.