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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Scratch Acid to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
Jandek,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
Harmonia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gap Band,
Au Pairs,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cramps,
Nico,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gories,
Model 500,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
Jacques Brel,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.