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 Libya and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Adolescents to the funk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters 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 grime 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
Fluxion,
Neil Young,
Drexciya,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
The Dead C,
Sällskapet,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
cv313,
Loose Ends,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moleskins,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Outsiders,
New Order,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
Cluster,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.