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 Malawi and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Adolescents to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
Faust,
Oneida,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Wells,
Fluxion,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Little Man,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
the Association,
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
The Searchers,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deepchord,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
Yazoo,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris & Cosey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
Gang Starr,
Derrick May,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rod Modell,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.