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 Russia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
The Star Department,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
Jandek,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
The Offenders,
Andrew Hill,
PIL,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalann,
Roxette,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Machine,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.