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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Chris Corsano to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Dolphy,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
Colin Newman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visage,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Zeros,
Mo-Dettes,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
John Foxx,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Pagans,
Roxette,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.