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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Sneak,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
the Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
Intrusion,
Tubeway Army,
Talk Talk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
Skaos,
The Black Dice,
Bob Dylan,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
Nas,
Fatback Band,
The Fall,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
The Doors,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.