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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Qualms to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Zeros,
Brick,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Intrusion,
Scan 7,
Mission of Burma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
D'Angelo,
Yaz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Accadde A,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.