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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 The Young Rascals to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
Altered Images,
Smog,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
Nico,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
Accadde A,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
The American Breed,
Mantronix,
Silicon Teens,
Soul II Soul,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
Pagans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
Aswad,
Davy DMX,
EPMD,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.