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 Yemen and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Pretty Things to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket 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?
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
The Toasters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fluxion,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
The Standells,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Hood,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
Bang On A Can,
the Sonics,
The Wake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Wings,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
Nas,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.