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 Dominica and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Arcadia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Smiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
PIL,
Warsaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
Eddi Front,
James White and The Blacks,
June of 44,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
Lyres,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
Henry Cow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vainqueur,
Deakin,
Pere Ubu,
Anthony Braxton,
Basic Channel,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moody Blues,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.