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 Venezuela and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Althea and Donna to the rock 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Bowie,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cramps,
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
The Martian,
DJ Style,
The Fugs,
Al Stewart,
The Count Five,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-Ray Spex,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
The Searchers,
K-Klass,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light,
the Swans,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
Kas Product,
Cal Tjader,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
Oneida,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.