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 Spain and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Tres Demented to the rock 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
Slave,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
Pulsallama,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
Harry Pussy,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
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The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
Erykah Badu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magma,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Clear Light,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
The Residents,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.