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 Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Cowsills to the funk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
KRS-One,
Radiohead,
Ice-T,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
Roxette,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerri Chandler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sound Behaviour,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
China Crisis,
the Germs,
the Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
Jandek,
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crime,
Bill Wells,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
K-Klass,
The Evens,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
Scientists,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.