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 Georgia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Nik Kershaw to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
Depeche Mode,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Stooges,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
the Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Dolphy,
Infiniti,
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Leonard Cohen,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.