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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Toasters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood 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?
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
The Fortunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
JFA,
Cybotron,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
Wings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
Animal Collective,
Gong,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dawn Penn,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
David Bowie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
The Smoke,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
the Swans,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.