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 Niger and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Banda Bassotti to the dance 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
T. Rex,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
The Gories,
The Names,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
Moebius,
Inner City,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
Sparks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hardrive,
The Busters,
10cc,
Trumans Water,
The Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
The Human League,
the Germs,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
Derrick May,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.