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 Haiti and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood 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?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Grey Daturas,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
Ultravox,
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
Ludus,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
DNA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
The Names,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q65,
Nas,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
Easy Going,
The Monks,
Aswad,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men,
The Durutti Column,
Procol Harum,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Slave,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.