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 Kosovo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Cybotron,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
Black Moon,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Copeland,
The Offenders,
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
Minor Threat,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
The Star Department,
Urselle,
Eden Ahbez,
The Seeds,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Make Up,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Fraelich,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
Soul II Soul,
Interpol,
DJ Sneak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
Delta 5,
Reagan Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
The Five Americans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
the Association,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.