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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts 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?
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
Sällskapet,
Jacques Brel,
Excepter,
The Cure,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABC,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joyce Sims,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
The Fugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
Cal Tjader,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.