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 Iraq and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Vogues to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
This Heat,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
John Holt,
Ten City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra,
Gong,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Stiv Bators,
Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
Half Japanese,
Jerry's Kids,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
Ultra Naté,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.