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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Martian to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Scott Walker,
Accadde A,
Bill Wells,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sixth Finger,
Minor Threat,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
Ralphi Rosario,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
Dual Sessions,
Minny Pops,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Newcleus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rapeman,
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
Icehouse,
UT,
PIL,
The Angels of Light,
Symarip,
Todd Terry,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.