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 Thailand and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Outsiders to the disco 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Pole,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fugs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
Eddi Front,
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sugar Minott,
Desert Stars,
Pylon,
the Germs,
a-ha,
The Selecter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
The Pop Group,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bluetip,
Faust,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
Alice Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.