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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fire Engines to the techno 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
Dennis Brown,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
Deepchord,
Wire,
Maurizio,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
Swell Maps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
Masters at Work,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
The Durutti Column,
Ultravox,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
Vladislav Delay,
Leonard Cohen,
Arab on Radar,
Letta Mbulu,
Gong,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
Suicide,
Idris Muhammad,
Lungfish,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.