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 Bahamas and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Godley & Creme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Slits,
Pagans,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
Idris Muhammad,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
The Fugs,
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim,
Skriet,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronnie Foster,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Inner City,
New Order,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends,
Janne Schatter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Camouflage,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
Junior Murvin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.