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 Morocco and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sister Nancy to the disco 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
Ronnie Foster,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army,
Rod Modell,
Joensuu 1685,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Idris Muhammad,
10cc,
Grey Daturas,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Womack,
The Associates,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
Monks,
Jandek,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
Sonic Youth,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash,
KRS-One,
Television Personalities,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Surgeon,
Darondo,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.