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 Madagascar and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Rhythm & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Graham Central Station,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
Angry Samoans,
Drexciya,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
Darondo,
The Cure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
Ice-T,
The Move,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eli Mardock,
Barrington Levy,
June of 44,
ABBA,
Pantytec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.