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 Belarus and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 X-102 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
Barry Ungar,
John Lydon,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
Grey Daturas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
Pulsallama,
The Raincoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood,
The Pop Group,
Eric Dolphy,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marmalade,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.