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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog 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?
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
The Wake,
Public Enemy,
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare,
Camberwell Now,
Lalo Schifrin,
10cc,
MC5,
the Association,
Blancmange,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
Monks,
The Fall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Audionom,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
The Monks,
cv313,
Hoover,
The Moody Blues,
Vainqueur,
Buzzcocks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skarface,
Gichy Dan,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
Q and Not U,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Offenders,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Pus,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
Ornette Coleman,
Drexciya,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.