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 Korea North and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Ice-T 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans 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?
Scientists,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
K-Klass,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
X-102,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
Sight & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
Minny Pops,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Outsiders,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Pus,
The Gap Band,
The Toasters,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
The Selecter,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
Soft Machine,
Niagra,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys,
Visage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barry Ungar,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.