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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Oblivians to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
One Last Wish,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
H. Thieme,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
MDC,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mark Hollis,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
Rotary Connection,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
Ultravox,
Quando Quango,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.