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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Divine Comedy to the grunge 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Hashim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ossler,
Sandy B,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Terry,
Deepchord,
Tom Boy,
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Qualms,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Max Romeo,
U.S. Maple,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Das Ding,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay,
Section 25,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace,
Can,
The J.B.'s,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.