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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Dawn Penn to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
T.S.O.L.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Moon,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
X-101,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Görl,
CMW,
Boredoms,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
Outsiders,
Faust,
The Techniques,
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.