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 Cambodia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
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 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 The Music Machine to the rap 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultravox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
Quantec,
MDC,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
The Real Kids,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
Liliput,
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
Neil Young,
The Motions,
Franke,
The Smiths,
Half Japanese,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Rundgren,
Simply Red,
Urselle,
Ituana,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.