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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
T. Rex,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
F. McDonald,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
Scion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Icehouse,
the Normal,
Glenn Branca,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
John Holt,
Surgeon,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mars,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
Lalann,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.