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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Alton Ellis to the jazz 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
Guru Guru,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Franke,
Smog,
The Index,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox,
Organ,
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronnie Foster,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
John Coltrane,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warren Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.