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 Liberia and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
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 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
Ponytail,
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
Glambeats Corp.,
Susan Cadogan,
Procol Harum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
Sex Pistols,
Supertramp,
Bill Wells,
The Gun Club,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
The Grass Roots,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.