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 Norway and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Reagan Youth to the grime 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Negative Approach,
The Real Kids,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Deakin,
Joyce Sims,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
The Mojo Men,
Cymande,
Ossler,
the Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Oneida,
Bush Tetras,
Dead Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Youth Brigade,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding,
Reuben Wilson,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
Circle Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
Q65,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.