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 Brunei and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Q and Not U to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Rakim,
The Saints,
Ronan,
Brick,
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
Yaz,
R.M.O.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
48th St. Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
the Human League,
Minutemen,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
the Normal,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
Model 500,
Rekid,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
Radio Birdman,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Move,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
Au Pairs,
Joey Negro,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.