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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
Motorama,
Archie Shepp,
Deakin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
Yazoo,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nas,
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Green,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Wells,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
The Evens,
Pussy Galore,
The Music Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Busters,
Yellowson,
Kurtis Blow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.