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 Malta 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Parry Music to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Severed Heads,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
The Motions,
Sister Nancy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Raincoats,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
Lou Christie,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
KRS-One,
Yellowson,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt,
Urselle,
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
The Evens,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
LL Cool J,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
Monks,
Jandek,
Bad Manners,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
Ludus,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.