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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Fugazi,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Black Moon,
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Wells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faust,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
Roger Hodgson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Womack,
Franke,
Sister Nancy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang On A Can,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.