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 Albania and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alison Limerick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T. Rex,
Faust,
H. Thieme,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
Wire,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
Roxette,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
Flipper,
Television,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
The Remains,
Ponytail,
Mars,
DNA,
Cal Tjader,
Dorothy Ashby,
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.