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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Magma to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
Altered Images,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Move,
Oneida,
David Bowie,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
Chrome,
World's Most,
Qualms,
The Cowsills,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
Yazoo,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
the Association,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Suicide,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
Eddi Front,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.