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 Guinea 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Half Japanese to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kas Product,
Japan,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Supertramp,
Arthur Verocai,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bad Manners,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
The Gladiators,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shuggie Otis,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
Blancmange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
Interpol,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cramps,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.