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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rock 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
X-Ray Spex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monks,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
D'Angelo,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Trumans Water,
The Mojo Men,
Main Source,
Visage,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
The Mummies,
Chris Corsano,
OOIOO,
A Certain Ratio,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
Idris Muhammad,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
Deakin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.