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 Iraq and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rock 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Bill Wells,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
The Saints,
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion,
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Deadbeat,
the Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work,
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
D'Angelo,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.