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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Agitation Free to the dance 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Pere Ubu,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
Arcadia,
R.M.O.,
Sugar Minott,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nico,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
Wire,
Graham Central Station,
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
ABBA,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blossom Toes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Busters,
Urselle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
Max Romeo,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.