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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rock 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
Wings,
48th St. Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
Arab on Radar,
Yaz,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
the Association,
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Green,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
Television,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
The Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
Grauzone,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skaos,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.