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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lalann to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
Index,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
Morten Harket,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
Arcadia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Easy Going,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
Pole,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
PIL,
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.