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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
MDC,
Q and Not U,
Mars,
Pantytec,
Dual Sessions,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Cal Tjader,
Qualms,
Make Up,
Arthur Verocai,
Main Source,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tres Demented,
The Searchers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q65,
Popol Vuh,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers,
Blancmange,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
Fear,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.