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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Kayak to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
Unwound,
Visage,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Don Cherry,
Nirvana,
Quadrant,
The Five Americans,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
Black Bananas,
Connie Case,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
Popol Vuh,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.