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 India and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Brass Construction to the rock 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
L. Decosne,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
Kurtis Blow,
David Axelrod,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
8 Eyed Spy,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alison Limerick,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quadrant,
Patti Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rod Modell,
Audionom,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
the Swans,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.