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 Malaysia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Alton Ellis 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Black Flag,
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pulsallama,
Television,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
Marc Almond,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Marvin Gaye,
FM Einheit,
Khruangbin,
48th St. Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
Funkadelic,
Ten City,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
Dual Sessions,
JFA,
The Dirtbombs,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.