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 Hungary and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Black Moon to the disco 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Second Layer,
These Immortal Souls,
the Normal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
Bill Wells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
Henry Cow,
the Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
Can,
Khruangbin,
Carl Craig,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
Rekid,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
The Human League,
Skarface,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
The Walker Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Charles Mingus,
Crime,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Half Japanese,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.