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 Armenia and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Youth Brigade to the funk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Josef K,
Aloha Tigers,
Laurel Aitken,
Yazoo,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
Crime,
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
X-Ray Spex,
Bluetip,
Unrelated Segments,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
The Gladiators,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Zeros,
Brick,
Can,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris Corsano,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
Technova,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.