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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
Chrome,
the Germs,
Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
Ultravox,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacob Miller,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Hill,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.