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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Lucky Dragons to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Whodini,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
Minutemen,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Scrapy,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
Simply Red,
Qualms,
Freddie Wadling,
Banda Bassotti,
The J.B.'s,
Gong,
Chris Corsano,
Monolake,
Hot Snakes,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.