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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
The Stooges,
The Skatalites,
Magma,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
Sandy B,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
Dual Sessions,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
Marine Girls,
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quadrant,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.