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 Swaziland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gabor Szabo to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
Silicon Teens,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deakin,
the Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Lynne,
cv313,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Order,
Sparks,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
Crime,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
the Swans,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.