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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 Michael McDonald 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 The Buckinghams to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
cv313,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxette,
Blancmange,
John Holt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
The Pop Group,
Bang On A Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
F. McDonald,
Infiniti,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Interpol,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.