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 Malta and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television 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 La Düsseldorf to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
the Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül II,
Laurel Aitken,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
Technova,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Nik Kershaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yusef Lateef,
Nas,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant,
Anakelly,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
Theoretical Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.