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 Benin and from Seoul.
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 Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Fortunes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
Aswad,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
The Young Rascals,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick Morgan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
Zero Boys,
The Slits,
The Residents,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oneida,
Mark Hollis,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
Sällskapet,
The Gap Band,
Max Romeo,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
Marmalade,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.