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 Romania and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Jesper Dahlback to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
Mo-Dettes,
The Kinks,
The Pop Group,
Monolake,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
The Cramps,
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett,
Ohio Players,
Half Japanese,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
Smog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
the Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
The Saints,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
The Motions,
Lyres,
Magazine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
Scion,
Fluxion,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.