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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
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 Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Janne Schatter 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Black Pus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Enemy,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
Visage,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erasure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Byron Stingily,
JFA,
Ken Boothe,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funky Four + One,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
Wings,
Lakeside,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.