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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Robert Palmer 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 Blossom Toes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
The Invisible,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
MC5,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
Schoolly D,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Knickerbockers,
Cameo,
The Gories,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
Niagra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.