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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Althea and Donna to the rap 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Babytalk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blues Magoos,
The Blackbyrds,
Procol Harum,
Desert Stars,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
Radiohead,
Magma,
Altered Images,
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
Rod Modell,
Television,
Flamin' Groovies,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
Animal Collective,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
X-102,
Youth Brigade,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia,
Stetsasonic,
Easy Going,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aswad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Susan Cadogan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
Henry Cow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ituana,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
Swell Maps,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.