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 Tuvalu and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Erykah Badu to the electroclash 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Donald Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Oneida,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
Motorama,
kango's stein massive,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Halsall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.