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 Moldova and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 KRS-One to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aural Exciters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terry Callier,
The Skatalites,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
Connie Case,
X-101,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
The Cure,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
Technova,
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
Simply Red,
Slave,
The Trojans,
Visage,
Japan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.