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 Oman and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Birthday Party to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Sheep,
Japan,
David McCallum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
The Evens,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
Interpol,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultra Naté,
Barry Ungar,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
Angry Samoans,
Barrington Levy,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
Blake Baxter,
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
Tim Buckley,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
Camouflage,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moleskins,
The Modern Lovers,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.