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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Mummies to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
Cluster,
Lindisfarne,
Royal Trux,
Malaria!,
Warsaw,
The Vogues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
Robert Görl,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
Magma,
Sex Pistols,
Smog,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
Black Moon,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonic Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
OOIOO,
Cheater Slicks,
Lower 48,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Sherman,
The American Breed,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
Wire,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
Accadde A,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Bananas,
Young Marble Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.