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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Holger Czukay 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 John Holt to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
Joe Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Al Stewart,
Black Sheep,
Connie Case,
Television,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
Neu!,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
Mantronix,
MC5,
The Star Department,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
The Pop Group,
Malaria!,
Drexciya,
Quadrant,
Colin Newman,
Gabor Szabo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fatback Band,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nas,
Hot Snakes,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.