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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sun Ra to the funk 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Niagra,
DNA,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
Hasil Adkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultravox,
The Litter,
Mad Mike,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.