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 Estonia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Cowsills to the disco 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Busters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blake Baxter,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
Kayak,
Neu!,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
Maleditus Sound,
Nas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.