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 France and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grass Roots to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
Barry Ungar,
Carl Craig,
The Busters,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
Dead Boys,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
The United States of America,
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys,
The Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Count Five,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
Intrusion,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Quando Quango,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Normal,
The Barracudas,
Panda Bear,
Skaos,
Stereo Dub,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.