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 France and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Lebanon Hanover to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
Moebius,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rosa Yemen,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
Franke,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mo-Dettes,
Eden Ahbez,
David Axelrod,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Copeland,
Talk Talk,
KRS-One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.