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 Mauritius and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
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 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 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 Jacob Miller to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nas,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
The Doors,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Real Kids,
Tom Boy,
Youth Brigade,
Adolescents,
Warsaw,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
Scan 7,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
New Order,
Shuggie Otis,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Dead Boys,
Black Pus,
Thee Headcoats,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Can,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
The Standells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
John Lydon,
the Association,
Chrome,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.