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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
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 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 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 Spoonie Gee to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
Judy Mowatt,
Average White Band,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
Angry Samoans,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
The Martian,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
Wally Richardson,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
Yazoo,
Ken Boothe,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
Michelle Simonal,
Deakin,
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Harmonia,
Warren Ellis,
Slave,
ABBA,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.