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 Albania and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sex Pistols to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
PIL,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
Nirvana,
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
Schoolly D,
Second Layer,
UT,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
The Moody Blues,
Altered Images,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
Boredoms,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
Jacob Miller,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stereo Dub,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
Rosa Yemen,
Barrington Levy,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.