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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
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 Groovy Waters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barbara Tucker,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
The Human League,
Morten Harket,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Divine Comedy,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Pierre Henry,
Black Bananas,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells,
the Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.