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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 MDC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
Echospace,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
Japan,
Ten City,
Siglo XX,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
The Slackers,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.