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 Somalia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Matthew Halsall to the techno 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Mantronix,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
Joensuu 1685,
Shuggie Otis,
kango's stein massive,
The Cramps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nils Olav,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
Zapp,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
Yazoo,
Joyce Sims,
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One,
Fear,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.