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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Gang Green to the techno 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
Funkadelic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
Saccharine Trust,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
Hasil Adkins,
John Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Danielle Patucci,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shoche,
Aloha Tigers,
Deadbeat,
the Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Aswad,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
Arthur Verocai,
The Motions,
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brand Nubian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.