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 Guinea 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide 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 Fugs to the techno 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mandrill,
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
Vladislav Delay,
Fatback Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Terry,
The Cowsills,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Basic Channel,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
Tim Buckley,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
Moebius,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
In Retrospect,
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Slits,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.