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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Gong to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Pole,
Morten Harket,
Sarah Menescal,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
Skriet,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
Marc Almond,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
Bluetip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
DJ Style,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gong,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
The Standells,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.