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 Morocco and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
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 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 Traffic Nightmare to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Oneida,
The Skatalites,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
B.T. Express,
The Count Five,
The Residents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
The Busters,
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
Pussy Galore,
The Slits,
the Sonics,
World's Most,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.