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 Antigua and from New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Wasted Youth to the rock 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
Ten City,
the Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
Model 500,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
Quantec,
Japan,
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
Joy Division,
Echospace,
Amazonics,
The Busters,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantaleimon,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Kinks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.