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 Algeria and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Amazonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
Make Up,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
Minutemen,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
AZ,
Franke,
Intrusion,
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
The Happenings,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Leaves,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
Liliput,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.