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 Nauru and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 This Heat to the techno 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Wire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aswad,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
The United States of America,
Babytalk,
Chris Corsano,
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grey Daturas,
Inner City,
The New Christs,
Wasted Youth,
Organ,
Niagra,
The Mummies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stetsasonic,
The Wake,
Joe Smooth,
Faust,
the Slits,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
10cc,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5,
Lou Christie,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
cv313,
Audionom,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.