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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Mr. Review to the dance 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
Inner City,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
Accadde A,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
Carl Craig,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultravox,
Freddie Wadling,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
Wings,
Cecil Taylor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cramps,
Metal Thangz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.