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 Qatar and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
The Beau Brummels,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
MC5,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cramps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
Faraquet,
Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
The Fall,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Icehouse,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Underground Resistance,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
Depeche Mode,
Ultravox,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.