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 Poland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Crime,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
Franke,
Visage,
Organ,
Johnny Clarke,
Marmalade,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
Jandek,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cowsills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
Jerry's Kids,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
Q65,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
The Searchers,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.