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 Cameroon and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Tropical Tobacco to the jazz 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
Aswad,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Todd Rundgren,
Mars,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
This Heat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
Fluxion,
The Toasters,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
Guru Guru,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
Tears for Fears,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
Girls At Our Best!,
cv313,
Urselle,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.