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 Ghana and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sam Rivers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
China Crisis,
Japan,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Minor Threat,
The Real Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Terry,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Marmalade,
John Lydon,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
UT,
Intrusion,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos,
Model 500,
Television,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.