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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Newcleus to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
Jerry's Kids,
Arcadia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
The Remains,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
The Names,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Bourne,
Fatback Band,
Mr. Review,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Dolphy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
UT,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tommy Roe,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.