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 Sri Lanka and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Fugs 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
K-Klass,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
The Searchers,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
Tears for Fears,
Clear Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
The Golliwogs,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funkadelic,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra,
Section 25,
Kenny Larkin,
Mars,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
MC5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.