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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Ronan to the punk 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dennis Brown,
Deakin,
Massinfluence,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Japan,
Index,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Excepter,
Kerri Chandler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
Joe Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Technova,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.