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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül II to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Juan Atkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
Lyres,
The Shadows of Knight,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
10cc,
DNA,
FM Einheit,
Bush Tetras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
Hashim,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
Camouflage,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
Judy Mowatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Fear,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.