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 Belize and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Half Japanese to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
Cymande,
Bauhaus,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Golliwogs,
Urselle,
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow,
Dual Sessions,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
AZ,
Wally Richardson,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
Pagans,
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Althea and Donna,
Sight & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Siglo XX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
Adolescents,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.