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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
Jandek,
Deakin,
The Red Krayola,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
The Zeros,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Livin' Joy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Second Layer,
Urselle,
Slave,
Loose Ends,
Sonny Sharrock,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
Flipper,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
One Last Wish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
The Slits,
Rekid,
Eden Ahbez,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.