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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lydon to the jazz 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear,
the Association,
The Trojans,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
Pylon,
a-ha,
The Moleskins,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television,
Ice-T,
Pantytec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Q65,
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
Neu!,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.