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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 New York Dolls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
Newcleus,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
One Last Wish,
Glambeats Corp.,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
The Saints,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
This Heat,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
Babytalk,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.