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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lower 48 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Rundgren,
Kayak,
One Last Wish,
Howard Jones,
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
Prince Buster,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dead C,
Roxy Music,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
The J.B.'s,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
The Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
Robert Hood,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
Scrapy,
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.