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 Slovakia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the disco 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Magazine,
Whodini,
Bad Manners,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
T.S.O.L.,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
PIL,
Swell Maps,
Clear Light,
R.M.O.,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
The Techniques,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oblivians,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare,
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.