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 Kingdom and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tres Demented to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Victims,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Enemy,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
Sunsets and Hearts,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
Grauzone,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
One Last Wish,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Wake,
Qualms,
Bizarre Inc.,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
Slick Rick,
The Cure,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Animal Collective,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
Eric Copeland,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
Kaleidoscope,
Chrome,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.