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 South Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 kango's stein massive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Cluster,
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
Chrome,
Wolf Eyes,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
Piero Umiliani,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
Japan,
Nas,
The Gap Band,
Zapp,
Ice-T,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bauhaus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
June Days,
Matthew Bourne,
Oneida,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Second Layer,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.