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 Australia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
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 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 Minny Pops to the crunk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Black Pus,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
E-Dancer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
Desert Stars,
the Normal,
The Music Machine,
Goldenarms,
Mars,
Blancmange,
Rapeman,
Barrington Levy,
cv313,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
EPMD,
Bill Wells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
Grey Daturas,
The Cure,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Blake Baxter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stetsasonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.