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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Neon Judgement to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
Fat Boys,
DJ Style,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
Skarface,
Junior Murvin,
The Fall,
Joensuu 1685,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
Bronski Beat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
The Remains,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Y Pants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
The Offenders,
Ken Boothe,
Royal Trux,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hardrive,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
Derrick May,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.