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 Russia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
Sonic Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Brick,
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
The Searchers,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
Hardrive,
The Vogues,
The Monks,
The Martian,
Scan 7,
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.