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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
Barry Ungar,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gong,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX,
The Fugs,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
Monolake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
Yazoo,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
Deakin,
Magma,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q and Not U,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
Organ,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.