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 Saudi Arabia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Nirvana,
Jeff Lynne,
Bush Tetras,
The Birthday Party,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Litter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pretty Things,
Excepter,
Second Layer,
Dead Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
Todd Terry,
Monks,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Guru Guru,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
Japan,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
Stetsasonic,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.