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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Isaac Hayes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
Ituana,
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
Ten City,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Enemy,
The Evens,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cameo,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
The Residents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
The Vogues,
Derrick Morgan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
Basic Channel,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.