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 Peru and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Happenings to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
Panda Bear,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barry Ungar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quantec,
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masters at Work,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Schoolly D,
The Dead C,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Urselle,
U.S. Maple,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
Eli Mardock,
Black Sheep,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.