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 Vietnam and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Divine Comedy to the dance 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gong,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Au Pairs,
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Remains,
Smog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiohead,
Sonic Youth,
John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cowsills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cal Tjader,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pagans,
Little Man,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
Kurtis Blow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.