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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 Lakeside to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
Qualms,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Idris Muhammad,
Whodini,
Fear,
AZ,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
The Cure,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman,
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
Second Layer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.