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 Greece and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Porter Ricks to the crunk 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
Hoover,
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
Severed Heads,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
The Searchers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Faust,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shuggie Otis,
Pole,
X-101,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
Max Romeo,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.