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 Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
Loose Ends,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
a-ha,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps,
The Pop Group,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Almond,
Aural Exciters,
The Five Americans,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Masters at Work,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
The Busters,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Sherman,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
U.S. Maple,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Procol Harum,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.