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 Australia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MDC to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Kinks,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gories,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
The Pop Group,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
Malaria!,
Rekid,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
H. Thieme,
Royal Trux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
Niagra,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Letta Mbulu,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.