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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 R.M.O. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
JFA,
Minny Pops,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Selecter,
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Delon & Dalcan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
Skarface,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Toasters,
Grauzone,
Interpol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols,
X-Ray Spex,
Barbara Tucker,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
10cc,
The Doors,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
DJ Style,
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.