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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Doors to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
Byron Stingily,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
Au Pairs,
Alphaville,
Nas,
Scion,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
Funkadelic,
Bush Tetras,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
Barrington Levy,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Brothers Johnson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
The Birthday Party,
Warren Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.