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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Cal Tjader to the grime 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
Q65,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
Siglo XX,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nas,
FM Einheit,
The Cramps,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
CMW,
Neu!,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.