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 Madagascar and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Quantec to the crunk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Crispy Ambulance,
David McCallum,
Hasil Adkins,
Alison Limerick,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
Dead Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
Stetsasonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
Yaz,
Cameo,
Ludus,
Fugazi,
Zapp,
Laurel Aitken,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
Spoonie Gee,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
UT,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.