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 Maldives and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David McCallum to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
Jacob Miller,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
Kayak,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Hill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
Tom Boy,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
Urselle,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Lydon,
Kurtis Blow,
Ice-T,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.