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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Stiv Bators to the dance 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
Dual Sessions,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
a-ha,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
MDC,
Mo-Dettes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
Slave,
David McCallum,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
LL Cool J,
Juan Atkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barrington Levy,
Gong,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.