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 Pakistan and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Soft Machine to the dance 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
10cc,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
Tom Boy,
Subhumans,
Suburban Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
Soft Cell,
The Martian,
The Gun Club,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
Juan Atkins,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.