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 Tanzania and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
Crash Course in Science,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
Crime,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Patti Smith,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Ice-T,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Move,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
Nas,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
David Bowie,
DNA,
The Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.