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 Mauritania and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Thompson Twins to the punk 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
Khruangbin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brand Nubian,
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
The Offenders,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Hood,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
UT,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.