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 Moldova and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 U.S. Maple to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
Ronan,
Circle Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Chris Corsano,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
The Offenders,
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids,
Alphaville,
EPMD,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
Section 25,
Loose Ends,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
Talk Talk,
Gong,
Leonard Cohen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
Grauzone,
The Associates,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.