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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
F. McDonald,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Finger,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
Desert Stars,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
The Remains,
Organ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
Index,
Ossler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unwound,
Banda Bassotti,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.