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 Somalia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Dark Day to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minutemen,
John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Hardrive,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
Little Man,
Accadde A,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins,
LL Cool J,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
Fatback Band,
The American Breed,
ABC,
The Vogues,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Sällskapet,
Scientists,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
Cluster,
ABBA,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
Joe Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Soulsonic Force,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
JFA,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.