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 Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Wings to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Move,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rod Modell,
ABBA,
The Human League,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Terry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
Adolescents,
the Bar-Kays,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
June of 44,
Motorama,
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.