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 Canada and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Martian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
Fugazi,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
Darondo,
MDC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
Scott Walker,
The Motions,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
Circle Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sandy B,
The Dead C,
Suburban Knight,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
Skriet,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.