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 Kosovo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Happenings to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers 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?
Livin' Joy,
Crash Course in Science,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
MDC,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
Arab on Radar,
Al Stewart,
Dark Day,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
Susan Cadogan,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
John Cale,
June Days,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.