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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Soulsonic Force to the grime 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Swell Maps,
Desert Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
New Order,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
Basic Channel,
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pere Ubu,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smoke,
The Grass Roots,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle 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.