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 Gabon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Essential Logic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Offenders,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
Yaz,
Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
John Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zapp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.