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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Rhythm & Sound to the punk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
Skriet,
Swans,
Audionom,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Suburban Knight,
Pole,
Spandau Ballet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance,
Main Source,
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
Pulsallama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
The Young Rascals,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
The Last Poets,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
Monks,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.