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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Erykah Badu to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Delta 5,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dual Sessions,
FM Einheit,
Agitation Free,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Groovy Waters,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
Visage,
Japan,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti,
Quadrant,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crime,
Hoover,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monochrome Set,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.