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 Israel and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 The Misunderstood to the punk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
FM Einheit,
The Music Machine,
Can,
Mr. Review,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
The Tremeloes,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
JFA,
Todd Rundgren,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neu!,
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
Deepchord,
The Leaves,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
Lalann,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
The Barracudas,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.