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 New Zealand and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Normal to the dance 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
Oneida,
The Pop Group,
Deadbeat,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pulsallama,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
Jacques Brel,
Motorama,
Magazine,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
Arab on Radar,
Yaz,
Cymande,
F. McDonald,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.