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 Botswana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Rhythm & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
Freddie Wadling,
Judy Mowatt,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Invisible,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
The Selecter,
The Dead C,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
MC5,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
Intrusion,
The Vogues,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
Pylon,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.