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 Paraguay and from New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Robert Hood,
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Dark Day,
Index,
The Fuzztones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Graham Central Station,
Chrome,
E-Dancer,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
The Pop Group,
Slick Rick,
The Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
The Gun Club,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
LL Cool J,
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
Smog,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sällskapet,
Mo-Dettes,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.