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 China and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bronski Beat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
Loose Ends,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lakeside,
T. Rex,
Visage,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
Ituana,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maleditus Sound,
Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
kango's stein massive,
Public Enemy,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
Subhumans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
Niagra,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.