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 Congo and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Infiniti to the jazz 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Zapp,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO,
Rotary Connection,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moss Icon,
Piero Umiliani,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
the Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Surgeon,
The Cure,
Donald Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Almond,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
Black Moon,
Alphaville,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
The Neon Judgement,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.