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 Turkey and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wally Richardson to the grunge 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
Animal Collective,
Niagra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dead C,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABC,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gabor Szabo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visage,
David McCallum,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skarface,
MC5,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
The Fortunes,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Raincoats,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.