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 the UAE and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Flipper to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
DNA,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Whodini,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
The J.B.'s,
New York Dolls,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
This Heat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Altered Images,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
LL Cool J,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
Gabor Szabo,
Qualms,
Easy Going,
The Litter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
The Sound,
Delta 5,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
D'Angelo,
kango's stein massive,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
Terry Callier,
Fear,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.