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 Angola and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Eve St. Jones to the grime 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Aural Exciters,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Youth Brigade,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
Minor Threat,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monolake,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
The Gun Club,
Deakin,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
Adolescents,
H. Thieme,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.