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 Philippines and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agent Orange to the funk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
Technova,
June of 44,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
Joe Finger,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Television,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
Mr. Review,
Fluxion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
Inner City,
Unwound,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
Erasure,
Donald Byrd,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.