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 Morocco and from Portland.
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 Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Technova to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Gang of Four,
Roxette,
Fela Kuti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
The Young Rascals,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Groovy Waters,
The Pop Group,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
Grey Daturas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Laurel Aitken,
KRS-One,
Pole,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.