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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Essential Logic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Germs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Albert Ayler,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
Faraquet,
Cameo,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
Ultravox,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
The Move,
Neil Young,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Last Poets,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
Quadrant,
New York Dolls,
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.