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 Guyana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Robert Palmer 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 Modern Lovers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
Fear,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
Harry Pussy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
The Gun Club,
Nick Fraelich,
the Swans,
Ituana,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
The Fugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Organ,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
Absolute Body Control,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
Yellowson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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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.