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 Bahamas and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the crunk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
Marmalade,
Roxette,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Cymande,
Suicide,
Tom Boy,
Graham Central Station,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
Oblivians,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gladiators,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
Make Up,
Altered Images,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quando Quango,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.