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 Malaysia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cowsills to the disco 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
Pylon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
Anthony Braxton,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
The Wake,
The Human League,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
Deepchord,
Todd Terry,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
Arthur Verocai,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
Motorama,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
Rapeman,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
Lou Christie,
Los Fastidios,
Alton Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scrapy,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.