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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Guru Guru to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suburban Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
the Swans,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
Ultra Naté,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
Don Cherry,
The Last Poets,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Mark Hollis,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
Colin Newman,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.