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 Samoa and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Mantronix to the electroclash 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sarah Menescal,
Visage,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
Sister Nancy,
Letta Mbulu,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
ABBA,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
The Leaves,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
Parry Music,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
Alison Limerick,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
the Normal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
Faraquet,
Sight & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
The Residents,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
Glenn Branca,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.