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 Brunei and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Bar-Kays,
The Star Department,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
Crooked Eye,
DNA,
Fugazi,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
Hardrive,
Scan 7,
Massinfluence,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Wells,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Mojo Men,
Brick,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
Television,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
Suburban Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Rakim,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.