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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 The Tremeloes to the funk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
Can,
Barrington Levy,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
Jawbox,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Enemy,
Dawn Penn,
The Monochrome Set,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Image Ltd.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
Intrusion,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.