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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Albert Ayler to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Nirvana,
Procol Harum,
John Lydon,
Little Man,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABC,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
Parry Music,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy,
Interpol,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tropical Tobacco,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Seeds,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
10cc,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.