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 Korea South and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Birthday Party to the rock 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Jawbox,
Ponytail,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
The Move,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crime,
The Skatalites,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
The Standells,
Blossom Toes,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mad Mike,
Marc Almond,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.