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 Mexico and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Happenings 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Schoolly D,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science,
New York Dolls,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
Janne Schatter,
Darondo,
Franke,
The Index,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
Mantronix,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kayak,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
MC5,
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nirvana,
Johnny Clarke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.