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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Monolake to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Alice Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Make Up,
Interpol,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Searchers,
the Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
The Mummies,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Wyatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Smooth,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Music Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wire,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.