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 Greece and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Cheater Slicks to the jazz 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stereo Dub,
Magazine,
Organ,
the Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yaz,
Barry Ungar,
Eve St. Jones,
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Mandrill,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
B.T. Express,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
Intrusion,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.