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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Pantytec to the dance 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
MC5,
X-102,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
cv313,
Q65,
Gang Green,
Suicide,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pop Group,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
The Red Krayola,
Scrapy,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
Lyres,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Near,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skarface,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
Von Mondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erasure,
Zero Boys,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.