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 Guatemala and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Urselle to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
Y Pants,
Faraquet,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
KRS-One,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
Section 25,
X-102,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.