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 Jamaica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Shadows of Knight to the grime 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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
Main Source,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cramps,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Scan 7,
Aswad,
ABC,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front,
Cluster,
Eurythmics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
Lakeside,
Ten City,
Man Parrish,
Ludus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
Soul II Soul,
Minutemen,
The Evens,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.