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 Italy and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Jacques Brel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
Radiohead,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nirvana,
Arab on Radar,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Names,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
The Sound,
Monks,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scrapy,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.