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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tres Demented to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
The Doors,
Monolake,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Intrusion,
the Human League,
Suburban Knight,
The Smiths,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
Josef K,
Infiniti,
Fat Boys,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.