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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Bourne to the funk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ohio Players,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
Dead Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alison Limerick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Victims,
Japan,
World's Most,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.