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 Azerbaijan and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 the Bar-Kays to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
Urselle,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
D'Angelo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Hill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
The Cowsills,
Todd Terry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.