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 Zambia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Dirtbombs to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
This Heat,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
Boredoms,
Motorama,
The Saints,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
Kaleidoscope,
Aural Exciters,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
The Seeds,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Almond,
R.M.O.,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy Collins,
The Wake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
Stereo Dub,
Public Enemy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
Moby Grape,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantytec,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.