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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Bobby Womack to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
Lakeside,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
Derrick May,
Sparks,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
Mad Mike,
The Music Machine,
The Dead C,
Grauzone,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
The Last Poets,
The Leaves,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.