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 Greece and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Masters at Work to the punk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang On A Can,
Shuggie Otis,
John Lydon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
Can,
Deakin,
Pylon,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Count Five,
Gang of Four,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.