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 Mauritania and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ponytail to the punk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
JFA,
Kas Product,
Smog,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
Niagra,
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
Q65,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
The Names,
Television,
The Moody Blues,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Oblivians,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
Nik Kershaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Pus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
June Days,
Newcleus,
Josef K,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lower 48,
Index,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.