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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Popol Vuh to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Axelrod,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
Al Stewart,
The Invisible,
Tom Boy,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxette,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
MDC,
The Dead C,
E-Dancer,
The Seeds,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
Pylon,
Nico,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
DJ Style,
Moby Grape,
T. Rex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
Alison Limerick,
The Buckinghams,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines,
AZ,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.