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 Azerbaijan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Sun Ra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo 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?
John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves,
John Coltrane,
Swans,
Fatback Band,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig,
Camouflage,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.