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 Vanuatu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Skaos to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
The Star Department,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Scan 7,
Lyres,
The Cure,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Parry Music,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
Tommy Roe,
Hardrive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Angels of Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
Ultra Naté,
Motorama,
Easy Going,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
the Association,
The Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Connie Case,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
Godley & Creme,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.