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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Connie Case to the crunk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
Severed Heads,
The Index,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
Fat Boys,
R.M.O.,
Crooked Eye,
The Trojans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
Susan Cadogan,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
a-ha,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX,
Magazine,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
Marc Almond,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
Unrelated Segments,
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.