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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New York Dolls to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scientists,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
Faust,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
Maleditus Sound,
Oneida,
Marmalade,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
Henry Cow,
L. Decosne,
The Beau Brummels,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
Basic Channel,
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Animal Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.