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 Poland and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 A Certain Ratio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
The Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
Fluxion,
Soft Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
Brick,
Negative Approach,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
Cymande,
Agitation Free,
The Beau Brummels,
Siglo XX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mantronix,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
T. Rex,
Ken Boothe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
The Stooges,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun City Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Newcleus,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
Khruangbin,
Charles Mingus,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.