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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the funk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Inner City,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
Harmonia,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
The Knickerbockers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Sarah Menescal,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick May,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
Severed Heads,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Ice-T,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Ossler,
Outsiders,
Swell Maps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Judy Mowatt,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ituana,
The Litter,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.