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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
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 clarinet 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 The Fall to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
Nico,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
the Fania All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
June Days,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger,
UT,
The Durutti Column,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Hill,
Sparks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
JFA,
Roy Ayers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
The Busters,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Donald Byrd,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.