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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
The Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül II,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
Excepter,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.