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 Tunisia and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Buckinghams to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
Flipper,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
Au Pairs,
Wings,
The Standells,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
Patti Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
Rekid,
Technova,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.