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 Morocco and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 June of 44 to the disco 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
Arab on Radar,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Al Stewart,
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
Fela Kuti,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Mills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
Visage,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.