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 Brunei and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Joy Division to the grunge 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
The Busters,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
cv313,
Cybotron,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moody Blues,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dennis Brown,
Gerry Rafferty,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
Lalann,
The Durutti Column,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
Crime,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.