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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sam Rivers to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Crime,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Japan,
Henry Cow,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
R.M.O.,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Copeland,
Reagan Youth,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Fluxion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.