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 Finland and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
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 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Marmalade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
Kurtis Blow,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Marc Almond,
Fluxion,
Patti Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yaz,
Soft Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
JFA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
Crime,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Josef K,
The Motions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jawbox,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.