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 Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Scientists to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Motions,
Nas,
Popol Vuh,
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
The Martian,
Funkadelic,
The Slits,
Cymande,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick Morgan,
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
Blossom Toes,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen,
Surgeon,
Sugar Minott,
Sonny Sharrock,
T. Rex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
kango's stein massive,
Scientists,
Mary Jane Girls,
L. Decosne,
Erasure,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Half Japanese,
Zapp,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.