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 Grenada and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 JFA to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lindisfarne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
Pantaleimon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cybotron,
The Wake,
Jawbox,
The Pop Group,
The Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
The Martian,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
The Fall,
Boredoms,
Warren Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerri Chandler,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.