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 Yemen and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Cal Tjader,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Germs,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
The Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
Jerry's Kids,
In Retrospect,
Section 25,
Alison Limerick,
Stiv Bators,
Harry Pussy,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Stereo Dub,
Radio Birdman,
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
Y Pants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
MDC,
Scan 7,
Bad Manners,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
The Busters,
The Techniques,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.