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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Youth Brigade to the rock 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
Ponytail,
Camouflage,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Excepter,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Scratch Acid,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
DNA,
FM Einheit,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike,
Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dead Boys,
Vainqueur,
kango's stein massive,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.