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 Libya and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Marc Almond to the jazz 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
Terry Callier,
Ludus,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Wells,
Stereo Dub,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
AZ,
Malaria!,
Warsaw,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Neu!,
Oblivians,
The Searchers,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
10cc,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
Pylon,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
R.M.O.,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.