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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sexual Harrassment 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
The Fuzztones,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott Heron,
EPMD,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Count Five,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
the Human League,
Black Flag,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
The Skatalites,
Visage,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
Laurel Aitken,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
Make Up,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.