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 Jordan and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faust,
The American Breed,
Josef K,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
Patti Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donald Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cowsills,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
the Slits,
Make Up,
PIL,
DJ Style,
Moss Icon,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.