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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Clear Light to the punk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Wells,
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Groovy Waters,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Moon,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fat Boys,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
The Happenings,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.