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 Norway and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mary Jane Girls to the punk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q and Not U,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
Sun City Girls,
Vainqueur,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sound,
The Red Krayola,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
Fugazi,
Q65,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.