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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Five Americans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
Marc Almond,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers,
Kas Product,
Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
DJ Style,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
Slave,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Terry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Bootsy Collins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
Skarface,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
John Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Skriet,
Technova,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
The Star Department,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
Symarip,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.