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 Egypt and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Saints to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Au Pairs,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cymande,
John Lydon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
In Retrospect,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
The Slackers,
Kaleidoscope,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minnie Riperton,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
Jandek,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
The Selecter,
the Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.