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 Turkey and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Count Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Enemy,
One Last Wish,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
Symarip,
Sarah Menescal,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
Nik Kershaw,
Dead Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.