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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Symarip to the punk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
T.S.O.L.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
the Sonics,
K-Klass,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
David Bowie,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
Tommy Roe,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
Bang On A Can,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
June of 44,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
EPMD,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.