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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Pretty Things to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
Sparks,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
John Holt,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
T.S.O.L.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
The Evens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Sonics,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Saccharine Trust,
Motorama,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rakim,
Ten City,
Laurel Aitken,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.