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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Chris Corsano to the rock 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
Charles Mingus,
Tubeway Army,
Ponytail,
The Music Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
David Axelrod,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
The Leaves,
Stereo Dub,
Visage,
John Holt,
Terry Callier,
Magma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
the Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats,
Thompson Twins,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.