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 Grenada and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Siglo XX to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Ponytail,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sight & Sound,
Marmalade,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
The United States of America,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
Symarip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
Sonic Youth,
Surgeon,
Absolute Body Control,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Parrish,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.