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 Burundi and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
David Axelrod,
Cymande,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
Anthony Braxton,
The Black Dice,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
Mo-Dettes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Soulsonic Force,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
Morten Harket,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Loose Ends,
Gang of Four,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
LL Cool J,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.