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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Ituana to the rap 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ossler,
Black Bananas,
Marmalade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fat Boys,
FM Einheit,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Axelrod,
DNA,
Chrome,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Loose Ends,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
Shoche,
The Happenings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blancmange,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
F. McDonald,
Monks,
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
The Pop Group,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.