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 Hungary and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Drexciya to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
The Gun Club,
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nirvana,
Nas,
Roxy Music,
The Mojo Men,
Gang of Four,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agent Orange,
The Toasters,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Divine Comedy,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
Donny Hathaway,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.