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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 One Last Wish to the crunk 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor,
Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
Leonard Cohen,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
Scion,
Ituana,
Hashim,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
Easy Going,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Rapeman,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Circle Jerks,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Lungfish,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
The Vogues,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
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.