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 Comoros and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Gang Starr to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Hashim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
KRS-One,
Slick Rick,
Motorama,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
The Sound,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
The Zeros,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
Y Pants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
Porter Ricks,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.