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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 The Grass Roots to the techno 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
Can,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Essential Logic,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Patti Smith,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Young Marble Giants,
Trumans Water,
Aloha Tigers,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
Oblivians,
The Gladiators,
Angry Samoans,
Nico,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
These Immortal Souls,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.