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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Slits to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick Morgan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
Chris Corsano,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
Ituana,
Sister Nancy,
Swans,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
June Days,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
Smog,
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
Gichy Dan,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Q65,
E-Dancer,
Ohio Players,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
Bobby Womack,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
kango's stein massive,
Hot Snakes,
a-ha,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.