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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pylon to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Matthew Bourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
Minor Threat,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
Robert Hood,
DJ Sneak,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
Crime,
Brick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
the Swans,
Silicon Teens,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yazoo,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
The Seeds,
Franke,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
Pulsallama,
Model 500,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.