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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Infiniti,
Ronan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
ABC,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
The Move,
The Stooges,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
Smog,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soulsonic Force,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agitation Free,
Oblivians,
The Mojo Men,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.