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 United States and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Byron Stingily to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
Don Cherry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scientists,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
The Blackbyrds,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
The Happenings,
Boz Scaggs,
Swans,
Unwound,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Sneak,
Cluster,
Reagan Youth,
The Remains,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Hood,
Buzzcocks,
Josef K,
F. McDonald,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
Hoover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
ABBA,
UT,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
Oblivians,
R.M.O.,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fuzztones,
Peter & Gordon,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.