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 Comoros and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Yaz to the rap 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
Mo-Dettes,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Connie Case,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
Skriet,
Marc Almond,
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment,
The American Breed,
Television,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cure,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.