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 Taiwan 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Simply Red to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Ronan,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
Zapp,
Rufus Thomas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
Grey Daturas,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Lightning Bolt,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
Sister Nancy,
The Gories,
The Index,
The Smoke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drexciya,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.