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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Soul II Soul to the grime 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smoke,
Eric B and Rakim,
CMW,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
Swans,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
Goldenarms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
The Martian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
the Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
Massinfluence,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.