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 South Africa and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Das Ding to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren,
L. Decosne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
Q and Not U,
Sexual Harrassment,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultra Naté,
Minor Threat,
Ludus,
The Fortunes,
Audionom,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
Mandrill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Susan Cadogan,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos,
K-Klass,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
Lyres,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lungfish,
Sällskapet,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
Cameo,
Parry Music,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Zeros,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.