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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Cymande to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
Faust,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
Technova,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Arthur Verocai,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skarface,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
Supertramp,
Organ,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
The Gap Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Malaria!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
Easy Going,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
Ponytail,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
Ultra Naté,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.