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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Scion to the crunk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Brothers Johnson,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313,
Harmonia,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
The Techniques,
MDC,
The Motions,
Monks,
Liliput,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
Joensuu 1685,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.