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 Portugal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
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 R.M.O. to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delta 5,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
Monolake,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tom Boy,
ABC,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Normal,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Silicon Teens,
Rakim,
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie,
Yazoo,
PIL,
Ultra Naté,
Cal Tjader,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Happenings,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
Oneida,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Enemy,
Todd Rundgren,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.