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 Albania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Crispian St. Peters,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
Letta Mbulu,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Near,
Ossler,
a-ha,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
The Gladiators,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Rekid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Arthur Verocai,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
Bauhaus,
Tom Boy,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The J.B.'s,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
Skarface,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brass Construction,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.