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 Israel and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Subhumans,
The Standells,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
Index,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
10cc,
The Kinks,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Idris Muhammad,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Nas,
Interpol,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
Nirvana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
ABC,
Circle Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.