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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacques Brel,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
Altered Images,
Bobby Sherman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
The Slackers,
Scrapy,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
Cymande,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.