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 Iraq and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bill Wells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
Simply Red,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Bourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
Clear Light,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Radiohead,
Brick,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
Yaz,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liliput,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.