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 Cape Verde and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mission of Burma,
DNA,
Scan 7,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Depeche Mode,
Marine Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
Al Stewart,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Searchers,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
Khruangbin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cramps,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.