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 Somalia and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Normal to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
Drive Like Jehu,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
Organ,
Y Pants,
Babytalk,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Wolf Eyes,
The Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
The Blues Magoos,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
Reagan Youth,
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
DNA,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.