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 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Move,
Sister Nancy,
In Retrospect,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Fugazi,
The Saints,
The Litter,
Magma,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
John Coltrane,
The Offenders,
The Searchers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
UT,
The Sonics,
Parry Music,
Simply Red,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
CMW,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalann,
The Gories,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.