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 Kenya and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Swell Maps to the funk 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Trojans,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faust,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Sneak,
Monolake,
The Music Machine,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid,
The Litter,
Joyce Sims,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
The Doors,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Index,
Panda Bear,
The Birthday Party,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
The Offenders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Television,
Grauzone,
10cc,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.