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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the disco 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
Kenny Larkin,
Unwound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
Depeche Mode,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
Suicide,
June of 44,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Marmalade,
Nick Fraelich,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
The Pretty Things,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.