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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Make Up to the grunge 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
The Music Machine,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Royal Trux,
Das Ding,
Freddie Wadling,
the Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
DNA,
Dead Boys,
Patti Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
Crash Course in Science,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Junior Murvin,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
MDC,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.