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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
KRS-One,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
Blake Baxter,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
The Doors,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nik Kershaw,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
Massinfluence,
Scratch Acid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cymande,
Television,
Urselle,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Count Five,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.