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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Basic Channel to the jazz 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gap Band,
Mantronix,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
X-Ray Spex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Searchers,
Arthur Verocai,
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
Quantec,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
Motorama,
Funky Four + One,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.