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 Liechtenstein and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 New York Dolls to the techno 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
Chris Corsano,
Nils Olav,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
Ultra Naté,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
Scan 7,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warsaw,
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Zero Boys,
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.