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 Syria and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Wings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '90s.
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 Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Massinfluence,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter & Gordon,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
Prince Buster,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Flipper,
cv313,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
Tears for Fears,
OOIOO,
Arthur Verocai,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
Wire,
Swans,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.