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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Toasters,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks,
Bad Manners,
The Modern Lovers,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anthony Braxton,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
The Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
Yazoo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
EPMD,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.