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 Palau and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Sugar Minott,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Organ,
Harmonia,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fluxion,
Pulsallama,
Jacques Brel,
Half Japanese,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Tears for Fears,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
The Motions,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
Slick Rick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tommy Roe,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
Flipper,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
Lucky Dragons,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Vogues,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.