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 East Timor and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Suburban Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
Bronski Beat,
Chrome,
Main Source,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Görl,
Liliput,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Brass Construction,
The Gladiators,
Can,
Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.