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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Depeche Mode to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agent Orange,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
Japan,
cv313,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
Cheater Slicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Boz Scaggs,
Lyres,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronan,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.