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 Singapore and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 The Angels of Light to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Isaac Hayes,
Accadde A,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fire Engines,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
Funky Four + One,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Urselle,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alton Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
Don Cherry,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
Colin Newman,
DJ Style,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quantec,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
Visage,
Ituana,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.