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 Tonga and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Ultravox to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Whodini,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
the Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Porter Ricks,
Little Man,
Connie Case,
Index,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
the Human League,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
Monks,
Wire,
Peter and Kerry,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donny Hathaway,
Mars,
Marine Girls,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
Tomorrow,
Scion,
Easy Going,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues,
Aswad,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics,
Sam Rivers,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.