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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 The Fall to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Trojans,
Lower 48,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Michelle Simonal,
Deakin,
Rakim,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
Delta 5,
Magma,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Vogues,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slackers,
Todd Terry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABC,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.