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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Doobie Brothers to the punk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
New Age Steppers,
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
AZ,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Happenings,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
Das Ding,
Man Parrish,
The Remains,
The Move,
Grauzone,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Inner City,
The Cure,
Index,
Robert Hood,
Supertramp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango,
Suburban Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Eve St. Jones,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
Albert Ayler,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.