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 Switzerland and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rock 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bauhaus,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kaleidoscope,
Oneida,
Darondo,
John Holt,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Colin Newman,
The New Christs,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
10cc,
Isaac Hayes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Motions,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
Monolake,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
Scientists,
The Residents,
Camouflage,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.