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 Nigeria and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Near,
Todd Terry,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bauhaus,
Man Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
Deakin,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
Television Personalities,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
The New Christs,
DJ Sneak,
Lungfish,
The Trojans,
Kerri Chandler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scratch Acid,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.