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 Colombia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 kango's stein massive to the jazz 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slackers,
Shoche,
Piero Umiliani,
The Velvet Underground,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kevin Saunderson,
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Pylon,
Index,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
The Martian,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
Depeche Mode,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mantronix,
Scientists,
Metal Thangz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
Schoolly D,
Minnie Riperton,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.