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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Blues Magoos to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
Sam Rivers,
The Detroit Cobras,
AZ,
the Association,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
Delta 5,
Make Up,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Icehouse,
David McCallum,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Beau Brummels,
Wings,
The Toasters,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.