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 Barbados and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Ken Boothe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
Alphaville,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
Sugar Minott,
Black Pus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flipper,
PIL,
Monks,
Icehouse,
The Slits,
The Remains,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
The New Christs,
Cymande,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fugazi,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
Tears for Fears,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
Kenny Larkin,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quantec,
Robert Wyatt,
This Heat,
Moebius,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.