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 Mali and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tom Boy to the punk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
The Star Department,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
Dawn Penn,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
James White and The Blacks,
Kurtis Blow,
Interpol,
Ultra Naté,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Victims,
Massinfluence,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
Cybotron,
JFA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
Mr. Review,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doors,
Wolf Eyes,
Tears for Fears,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxette,
The Offenders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.