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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Selecter,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
Kas Product,
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
Sonic Youth,
Crime,
Spandau Ballet,
JFA,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
June Days,
Wire,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
Ludus,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
MDC,
Deadbeat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siglo XX,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Copeland,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.