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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Suicide to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
Silicon Teens,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Procol Harum,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
Judy Mowatt,
Interpol,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Youth Brigade,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
Q65,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola,
The Moody Blues,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Barracudas,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.