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 Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 June of 44 to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Magazine,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
Accadde A,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
Surgeon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
World's Most,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
Wire,
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
Supertramp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
Rotary Connection,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABBA,
Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.