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 Sierra Leone and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
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 The Toasters to the dance 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
Brick,
The Offenders,
OOIOO,
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
Outsiders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick May,
MDC,
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
Yellowson,
Black Bananas,
X-102,
Freddie Wadling,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell,
Kas Product,
Stockholm Monsters,
Colin Newman,
Ralphi Rosario,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.