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 Israel and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Eli Mardock to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
The Pop Group,
Fluxion,
Fear,
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
Avey Tare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bronski Beat,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiohead,
Gong,
The Standells,
Babytalk,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
UT,
Cameo,
Camouflage,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
cv313,
Das Ding,
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
a-ha,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.