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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Marine Girls to the jazz 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
New Age Steppers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Halsall,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barry Ungar,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Flag,
Cymande,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
Hardrive,
Fluxion,
The Doors,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.