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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 The Doors to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
The Index,
the Association,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Vogues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
Altered Images,
New Age Steppers,
Japan,
JFA,
Minutemen,
The Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
Shoche,
Porter Ricks,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Yazoo,
UT,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
John Coltrane,
CMW,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.