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 Colombia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 CMW 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
Minnie Riperton,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
The Names,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonic Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
Model 500,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
The Offenders,
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters,
The Litter,
Roxette,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
Faraquet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.