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 China and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rock 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
Anakelly,
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime,
Soul II Soul,
The Real Kids,
Slave,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Moon,
The Grass Roots,
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
Rapeman,
F. McDonald,
D'Angelo,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Babytalk,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
Yellowson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
CMW,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.