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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Misunderstood to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
Q65,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
Vainqueur,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wings,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
Youth Brigade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
U.S. Maple,
John Foxx,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
Alphaville,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
The Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.