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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Lynne,
kango's stein massive,
Nirvana,
Hardrive,
Kayak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lindisfarne,
New Order,
Cal Tjader,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
Franke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Christie,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
The Kinks,
New York Dolls,
Scan 7,
Animal Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Style,
Neil Young,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fuzztones,
Maurizio,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.