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 Georgia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
Heaven 17,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Au Pairs,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal,
Magazine,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
the Swans,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
Theoretical Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
Popol Vuh,
David Axelrod,
Gang Green,
the Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Massinfluence,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lindisfarne,
Mars,
Reagan Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.