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 Mali and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Bourne,
Skarface,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Certain Ratio,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Sun City Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
The Barracudas,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
the Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
Brass Construction,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young,
Accadde A,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Half Japanese,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.