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 Andorra 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
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 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 Yaz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
Whodini,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
Sonic Youth,
Man Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantytec,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
Metal Thangz,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
Chris Corsano,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Al Stewart,
The Sound,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
The Trojans,
Livin' Joy,
The Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Leaves,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.