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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
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 güiro 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drexciya,
Malaria!,
Faust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pop Group,
FM Einheit,
David Axelrod,
Babytalk,
Camouflage,
Section 25,
Inner City,
Hashim,
Jeff Mills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vainqueur,
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Pus,
Motorama,
D'Angelo,
Scion,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
Monolake,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gap Band,
Kayak,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
Television,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.