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 Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Chrome to the rap 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
Dennis Brown,
Urselle,
Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
DNA,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
Moebius,
Smog,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Funkadelic,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.