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 Grenada and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 K-Klass to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Durutti Column,
Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
Flipper,
Massinfluence,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wally Richardson,
China Crisis,
June Days,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
Sonic Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Terry Callier,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.