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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 the Slits to the jazz 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
Black Sheep,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantaleimon,
The Pop Group,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
Radiohead,
Drexciya,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
MDC,
Nas,
Anakelly,
Skarface,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
Livin' Joy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
Moss Icon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Wells,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.