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 Belarus and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Skriet to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
Kas Product,
The Gories,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q65,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Index,
The Young Rascals,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Circle Jerks,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.