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 Iraq and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 JFA to the rock 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
Hardrive,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
Drexciya,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
Roxette,
The New Christs,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
Nirvana,
Camouflage,
Marine Girls,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
Dave Gahan,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
Y Pants,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Ten City,
Prince Buster,
Deadbeat,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.