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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Buzzcocks to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass,
Johnny Clarke,
Pussy Galore,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L.,
Thompson Twins,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
Jandek,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Surgeon,
Pere Ubu,
Kas Product,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dead C,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dennis Brown,
Jawbox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Altered Images,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
Magazine,
Sparks,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.