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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Camberwell Now to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
Pantytec,
Fat Boys,
Nas,
Liliput,
Sam Rivers,
The Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
Kaleidoscope,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
John Lydon,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine,
Niagra,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wally Richardson,
Sonic Youth,
Suicide,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
R.M.O.,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.