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 Mali and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronan,
The Wake,
Matthew Halsall,
Visage,
Wire,
Bill Near,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Echospace,
DNA,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Supertramp,
ABC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
Danielle Patucci,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.