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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 electroclash 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
Sparks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
The Sound,
Eurythmics,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
China Crisis,
Skarface,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
the Normal,
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lyres,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kayak,
Q65,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hashim,
Con Funk Shun,
The Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
The Black Dice,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
Procol Harum,
Technova,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.