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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Saints to the rap 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
Brick,
Ultravox,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
David McCallum,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Lalann,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
Donny Hathaway,
Guru Guru,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The New Christs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
These Immortal Souls,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.