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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Soul II Soul to the rap 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
Metal Thangz,
Judy Mowatt,
Lyres,
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
Josef K,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sonics,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
Q65,
Pole,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
June Days,
John Holt,
Sex Pistols,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
Cluster,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pierre Henry,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pop Group,
Nas,
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Saccharine Trust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.