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 Armenia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Association to the dance 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
The Grass Roots,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
Buzzcocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David McCallum,
Magazine,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Sheep,
Ponytail,
The Saints,
Swell Maps,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
Unwound,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
The Evens,
Matthew Halsall,
Scrapy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oneida,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maurizio,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.