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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Crooked Eye to the rock 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ohio Players,
Marcia Griffiths,
Colin Newman,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
Pole,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
K-Klass,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
Gang of Four,
Young Marble Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
Roxette,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
CMW,
the Normal,
Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
These Immortal Souls,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.