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 Burkina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Scientists to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
Aural Exciters,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Happenings,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Smog,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Style,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kas Product,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
Marc Almond,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
PIL,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Soft Machine,
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.