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 St Lucia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Flipper to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope,
The Martian,
Quantec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Average White Band,
the Association,
Visage,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
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.