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 Hungary and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Schoolly D to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
MC5,
Eve St. Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
Mark Hollis,
Warren Ellis,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
Lyres,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
DJ Style,
Sound Behaviour,
The Vogues,
AZ,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
Smog,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
Bush Tetras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Niagra,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
the Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.