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 Senegal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Toasters 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
The Pretty Things,
Marmalade,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacob Miller,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
Junior Murvin,
Nils Olav,
Connie Case,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.