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 Kenya and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Whodini to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Harmonia,
Agent Orange,
Basic Channel,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
The Pop Group,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
Ice-T,
X-102,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
Wasted Youth,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
Mars,
Skarface,
Terry Callier,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
Josef K,
Magma,
Joey Negro,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.