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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 The Fall to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets,
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
Wasted Youth,
Bluetip,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yaz,
Ponytail,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
New Order,
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
The Gap Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Main Source,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
Little Man,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Panda Bear,
Dark Day,
Section 25,
KRS-One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
cv313,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.