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 Kuwait and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doors,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Talk Talk,
The New Christs,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
The Music Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
Schoolly D,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
Can,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
Bush Tetras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.