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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
ABC,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
Crash Course in Science,
The Move,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magazine,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
Ultra Naté,
Severed Heads,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
UT,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.