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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Fela Kuti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
Y Pants,
Visage,
Barrington Levy,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Subhumans,
R.M.O.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
Arab on Radar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
These Immortal Souls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
Roxette,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Rundgren,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Buckinghams,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.