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 Morocco and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Wire to the disco 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
June of 44,
The Residents,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
Joy Division,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bob Dylan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dark Day,
Radiohead,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fugazi,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
Avey Tare,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
Fat Boys,
Flipper,
DJ Style,
Quantec,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
Swans,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.