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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
Q65,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
The Motions,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Khruangbin,
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
The Leaves,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
The Barracudas,
Franke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Morten Harket,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection,
Dave Gahan,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
Isaac Hayes,
Ponytail,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.