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 Estonia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Robert Görl,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
Bang On A Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
Fad Gadget,
Goldenarms,
Marmalade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
Fear,
Bronski Beat,
This Heat,
Cheater Slicks,
ABC,
China Crisis,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
Drexciya,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
Mark Hollis,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr,
The Slits,
The Litter,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.