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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rock 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deadbeat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
Von Mondo,
Whodini,
Sexual Harrassment,
B.T. Express,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
Mark Hollis,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kas Product,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
Symarip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Terry,
Kerri Chandler,
Hasil Adkins,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
Kaleidoscope,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Accadde A,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
R.M.O.,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television,
Essential Logic,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.