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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Gap Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear 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?
Livin' Joy,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
Oneida,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
Faust,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
Boredoms,
Todd Terry,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
Wally Richardson,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
Neil Young,
The Techniques,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
AZ,
ABC,
The Trojans,
The Mummies,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.