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 Serbia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Todd Terry to the techno 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Flamin' Groovies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Section 25,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Outsiders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Saints,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
Shoche,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Eden Ahbez,
Hashim,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mr. Review,
Lungfish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
Tom Boy,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.