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 Pakistan and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Sun Ra to the grime 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Duran Duran,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
Rosa Yemen,
Wire,
Parry Music,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini,
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Lynne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
Echospace,
The Smiths,
F. McDonald,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
Alice Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.