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 Algeria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
Harmonia,
Can,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Subhumans,
JFA,
Newcleus,
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
Pantaleimon,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Remains,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
Mandrill,
Icehouse,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.