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 Uruguay and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Roy Ayers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix,
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül,
Hoover,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronnie Foster,
The Kinks,
Excepter,
Wire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.