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 Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Roy Ayers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
The Toasters,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
Michelle Simonal,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
FM Einheit,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red,
the Normal,
The Remains,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
Negative Approach,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.