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 Malaysia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Zero Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Morten Harket,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Scientists,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
Tom Boy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
Crime,
Saccharine Trust,
Dennis Brown,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Names,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Magma,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Womack,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deepchord,
CMW,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drexciya,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
Marvin Gaye,
Franke,
the Association,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.