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 Maldives and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Chris Corsano 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
The Selecter,
The Modern Lovers,
Little Man,
June of 44,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Young Rascals,
Public Enemy,
The Cramps,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
MDC,
Matthew Halsall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Excepter,
Yusef Lateef,
Sixth Finger,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
Lalann,
Flipper,
JFA,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Sarah Menescal,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.