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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
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 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 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 Arcadia to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
Sparks,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
Tres Demented,
Roger Hodgson,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
Moebius,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erykah Badu,
Aloha Tigers,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Christie,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.