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 Palau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxette to the funk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bronski Beat,
Easy Going,
Sparks,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Basic Channel,
Fela Kuti,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
Q65,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Golliwogs,
Man Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu,
OOIOO,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
ABBA,
Mad Mike,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
Franke,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Lalann,
E-Dancer,
Darondo,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.