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 Slovakia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Five Americans to the disco 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fuzztones,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
ABBA,
Cameo,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
X-101,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Christie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
Lightning Bolt,
Negative Approach,
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
Nas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.