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 Madagascar and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Lakeside,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
Inner City,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q65,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
Monks,
Swans,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxette,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
10cc,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
Tubeway Army,
Jacques Brel,
Funkadelic,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Japan,
The Associates,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
Siglo XX,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.