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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
Clear Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Supertramp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
These Immortal Souls,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
PIL,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
Adolescents,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aural Exciters,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
MC5,
Von Mondo,
Quando Quango,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Panda Bear,
The Names,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.