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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dawn Penn,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Surgeon,
The Cure,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
The Wake,
Alphaville,
Magma,
Chrome,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
Carl Craig,
Barry Ungar,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
The Fall,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Dolphy,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
cv313,
The Zeros,
Icehouse,
10cc,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.