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 Israel and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
Visage,
The Leaves,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scientists,
Derrick May,
The Sonics,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
Alton Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tres Demented,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
Anthony Braxton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.