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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
Gong,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
The Toasters,
Matthew Halsall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
Dennis Brown,
H. Thieme,
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
Janne Schatter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
Sonic Youth,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
Echospace,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Adolescents,
the Normal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.