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 Albania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
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 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses 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?
Cameo,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxette,
The Tremeloes,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
cv313,
Wings,
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Index,
Pussy Galore,
Minny Pops,
Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
Magazine,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
Monks,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-Ray Spex,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
Qualms,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fluxion,
John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Faraquet,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
Loose Ends,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.