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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 E-Dancer to the rock 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
Eden Ahbez,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
the Germs,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
David Bowie,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agent Orange,
Lalann,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Newcleus,
Qualms,
Porter Ricks,
Roger Hodgson,
Niagra,
Essential Logic,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fugs,
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.