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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
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 Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vainqueur,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
Nik Kershaw,
Sex Pistols,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
Crispy Ambulance,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monochrome Set,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Motions,
The Beau Brummels,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks,
The Doors,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.