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 Columbus.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 D'Angelo to the punk 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
The Mummies,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
Brass Construction,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mo-Dettes,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
Zero Boys,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Sherman,
Deakin,
Zapp,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.