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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Godley & Creme to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
Archie Shepp,
Glenn Branca,
Livin' Joy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio,
AZ,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
The Saints,
Franke,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gories,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
Lalann,
June Days,
Basic Channel,
The Leaves,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
Scrapy,
These Immortal Souls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.