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 Chad and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Traffic Nightmare to the disco 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
Excepter,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Max Romeo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
Hashim,
Ituana,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
Sparks,
Babytalk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.