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 Monaco and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Moby Grape to the grime 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The American Breed,
Angry Samoans,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
Au Pairs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
a-ha,
Second Layer,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
Flash Fearless,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
Pole,
Ronan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Con Funk Shun,
Althea and Donna,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
Lungfish,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.