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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 X-101 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
Flipper,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Newcleus,
Japan,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
Maleditus Sound,
F. McDonald,
Faust,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
the Sonics,
Neu!,
Nas,
Angry Samoans,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
Nico,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.